Yamka

This move north I am doing alone.. My brothers have all pretty much mated or have passed on. My mother is with her mate.. so I have my wagon and beasts.. I am ready for the move.. You can almost feel the cold coming.. I am not fond of the cold weather.. I do not like wearing that silly hat with the flaps.. but it does keep the ears warm..

I am not quite as naive as last winters move.. Sometimes you grow up so fast.. it just seems that time passes by so fast.. I can feel the urge to want things.. not material things but other things.. I have been working on a method to keep those "feelings" in check.. I think of other things.. besides that "thing" Confused? yeah me too.. but better to be confused on things than to be in the middle of things.. :insert Fonce smirk:

So anyway.. I am all set.. got lots of dry meats.. I made sure my elders were all ready.. and helped where I could.. pairing them up.. those that were a little hard of seeing or hearing.. those having problems with walking.. I made sure they were all together. Proud warriors driving their teams.. I am not one to remove a man's dignity just cause he is a little older.. We lost only a few elders in the southern camp.. I have tried to keep their memories alive with things they have taught me.

Some are still a little fiesty.. I had to sit between two wagons one night.. to keep old Zeb from going into the wrong wagon.. Hmm.. things again ya know..but I suspose at that age.. well... nevermind..

So I wonder what the north will bring us this time.. I never did see that man again on the plains.. probably a good thing... I thought maybe I knew him.. maybe I was hoping it was Tasco.. maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.. I have pretty much cut that peice of my heart out.. He is not coming back it seems.. I do wish him luck.. where ever his journey takes him.

Well its time to get a little shut eye before the long road ahead..