Dancing fawn

As I near the small creek, I usually go to for quiet so I can reconnect to nature, I slip off my moccasins. Bare feet gliding along the soft earth. Rocks and mud push between my toes, as my weight shifts from one foot to the other. The creek is my along with many other animals sanctuary. I kneel down at the edge of the creek. This is one of the few places that the pale faces or white man hasn't poisoned with their filthy minds and souls. While I'm grazing my hand lightly across the water's surface a twig lightly snaps. To my right a couple deer come to me. I reach into my pouch and grab a hand full of grain the doe sniffs the aroma. It tickles as her muzzle gently nudges my hand as she eats the satisfying grain. I guess this is why they call me an Animal Speaker.

My name is dancing fawn, I have long black hair, dark skin, and dark brown eyes. I am about average hight and I'm thin but not to thin. I have a wolf named guardian, and a horse named sky walker.