• simonemichelleheinis 10w

    Snow Hollow

    The snowfall was angelic white as it fell softly on the roofs of the tipis. The lazy cries of the night animals could be heard around the village and the howls of wolves further in the distance, deeper in the woods. The smell of campfires around the village filled the night. Tomorrow will be my first hunt, and I couldn't sleep. I sat outside my tipi. No one came over to talk to me, as I was mute, they just looked over at me trying to guess what I was thinking before going on their way.