Continue Reading The Weaver Visitation Even at seven years old, she was strong as an ox, her cheeks ruddy with strain as she fought her grandmother every bitter step of the way. “I did nothing… Share this:TwitterFacebook
Continue Reading The Weaver Caretaker She reached out, stretching her arms and grasping at the hairs, her new caretaker shifting as the infant stirred from slumber. The great wolf shuffled in the den, curling her… Share this:TwitterFacebook
Continue Reading The Weaver A Life for a Life Every little girl and boy born to the tribe was affectionately referred to as ‘little snow-walker’—a term of endearment often used to describe the way they would scramble through… Share this:TwitterFacebook