She hugged Aurora without one word and then sat down completely in the snow beside her white fox friend.Īlthough the temperatures in her arctic home were well below freezing, Olive was warm. The snow lightly crunched beneath her as her body-weight changed positions. As she reached Aurora's side she knelt down on her knees. This speed was quite fast for Olive though, for typically she was a terribly slow mover. Olive picked up her pace to what would be a normal human's speed of walking. Aurora seemed to smile as she lowered her head in a welcoming come-hither manner. As Olive got closer she made eye contact with Aurora.

She stayed completely still tracing the footsteps Olive left behind with her big black eyes. Dainty, kind, and touched by some of the most beautiful white fur human eyes could behold. She had a great fondness for nature and an immense amount of curiosity surrounding everything the mother earth held dear.Īurora sat in the distance watching Olive's slow steps. Taking it in the most literal sense, Olive stopped to admire everything in her path whether it was a bright sunlit landscape or a mere fallen autumn leaf. Her mother had often told her to stop and smell the roses. The land was flat with only one distant mountain in view, so the glowing pink skies escaped the shadows and twinkled their reflections on the settled snowflakes. It was merely 4:00 in the afternoon but the sun had all but set. Hard snow had packed down around her making travel easy.

The days had grown dark with the winter in her northern home. Olive walked slowly into the barren tundra landscape. And I know I’ve told you this a million times, but just for good measure- I’ll tell you a million and one: I love you so so so much. You have forever changed my life little one. I was only your foster parent for a short while, but I will always be your Olive.

I had no idea when writing this story, that when I turned 21 a young girl named Blanche Madeline Lucille Andrews would walk into my life and steal my heart forever. This book is dedicated to the young girl who became my Sasha. No part of this book may be reproduced in any written, electronic, recording, or photocopying form without written permission of the author, Dawn Webb.īooks may be purchased in quantity and/or special sales by contacting the publisher directly at One: AuroraĬhapter Five: Cabin in the Cottonwood ForestĬhapter Six: Blueberry Syrup and Morning ConversationĬhapter Seven: The Redpoll’s Urgent MessageĬhapter Twelve: Eskimos In Traditional ClothingĬhapter Fourteen: Charlotte’s Animal Familiar

A Tundra Tale by Lone Alaskan Gypsy