Women of his tribe walked around naked, chest exposed, or wearing little to no clothes. The men accompanied them or chopped wood and attended their posts. "This way," He said, leading her to a Hut that had a chicken head on top. Kowali ducked inside, gaze landing on an old woman sitting with her legs crossed, pipe in hand.
"Who's this white woman?" Said the hazel-eyed woman. "Oh, I see. I'll let the person who wanted her know she's here, but why have you brought her to me, Kowali?" She asked.
"To find herself?" Kowali glanced towards Ray'ven. "Go on."
"Come white woman." She beckoned her forth with a wrinkled hand.
Ray'ven took a hesitant step forward, feeling uncertain. With a glance back at Kowali who nodded his head, she came to stop in front of the woman, her hazel eyes piercing deep into Ray'ven's soul as if nothing was hidden from her. She shifted, feeling exposed underneath that gaze.