Liniwa sat in the snow in front of the fence, facing Rose. He tried his best to respond back to her, knowing his english wasn't as good, and he learned this from Elementary kids. "My family.. my.. parents.. name me Liniwa because Bison are big and strong." he spoke. "Because they stubborn, fight for what they want. Protect. They..." he paused a moment, trying to find the right words. "... Bison can not be tamed. Always wild. My mom, call me Liniwa because she thinks... I could be better person than my father." With that, he started to carve more with his knife at the neatly carved wolf he was working on. Lifting his gaze slightly to look at Rose, and then back down at the wood-carved wolf. It was turning out really well now. It was howling up at the sky, it's stance a strong wolf longing for it's friends, pack. 

"Life on our soil... tough." he said to Rose, busy carving. "Not easy to survive. Even though we live in Tribe, it not easy. We do not have medicine like Wasichu..." he spoke. "Do not have home like Wasichu. Do not have Food like Wasichu." Lifting up his head, his eyes scanning around him, he looked at Rose with his dark green eyes. "Life is difficult. And other tribes seek to kill... Like Pawnee... Also have to work for food, sometimes all day or even night. Winter kills, and Summer causes drought."