Buckskin Beauty

Buckskin beauty waiting so long by self. Rise up Raven Crow and make Tawpow glad. We will go to Neeva’s high wind blown shelf, place where eagles soar and eyes can’t be sad. I will bring the open sky your flowing night black mane that reaches low to shoulders. A crown Peel herself does covet making other sky gods jealous mean beholders. Go with me to Stuba’s stream and we’ll fish. I will show how line and bone with meat can take from Stuba’s cold hand prize god might wish you to place in leaf on coals that I’ll fan. We have light to go to Neeva’s high shelf. Peel and Stuba wait us why sit by self?