It was December 5th, a chilly morning. The trees lost their leaves and are dormant, the animals in hibernation. The sun hiding behind the mountains, making this a rather cold day even if the sun were to shine. Trudging through the snow alone, sneaking past the sleeping camp, Liniwa was making his way to his usual place. Clothed in a buckskin longsleeved shirt and pants, his Moccasins sinking in the crunching snow. He held his medicine bag close to him as he trudged on up a hill. Wearing a beautiful turquoise necklace that he made. There were turquoise beads that wrapped around the string-thread like material, and hanging in the middle of it was a wooden bison carved beautifully, practically as if a wood carver made it himself upon years and years of work. Such fine detail that only the human eye could see. Upon making his climb up the hill that he did almost everyday, he always thought of why Chief HawkFeather didn't like the Wasichu. Sure, they took land when they wanted to, but then again, they were living in a world of mechanics, not knowing that the gases their machines gave off hurt Mother Earth. That much, Liniwa knew.

He finally made it up to the top of the hill, hidden perfectly by the dormant trees. Upon reaching the top, he saw the chain link fence. He had made it. Going over to a tree, he looked under a hole near the tree's roots where he stashed small blocks of wood. Taking one, he went to go sit back down under one of the other trees. Sighing heavily, he took his bag off and set it down next to him. Then, he took his knife from his side and looked at the block, thinking of what he wanted to do, then when he got the idea, started to carve it. 

The sounds of laughter and little kids filled his ears. Lifting his head, he looked to see the Elementary kids were out, playing and enjoying the snow. Liniwa, couldn't help but smile a bit. Kids were joyful, especially the Wasichu since they didn't know much about the world. You could easily teach them anything. Liniwa, always tried to teach them his side, the tribe's side. Hoping that maybe when the kids grew up, that they could help them and not the Wasichu. Course, they had their fair share of freedom. They may just receive knowledge and not help at all. But it was alright, because Liniwa liked to sit there and watch for hours. Soon enough though, when the kids had left back into their building to learn classes, the College next to them would show their students. Wasichu. But Liniwa was never noticed, so it was fine with him on where he was at.

Looking down at his carving now, he saw that it was going well. he got a basic shape of a wolf howling. Smiling a bit, he started to carve some more with his knife, being careful with each stroke. He was making this for one of the Wasichu kids in the Elementary. One of the kids that adored and loved to learn about him. And he knew he could trust the kid because he was the one that always came first to him, eager and happy. That image never left Liniwa's mind. Lifting up his head, he watched the College students linger around and talk.