For some reason it always made me cry. Maybe some childhood trauma caused it, but for God knows what reason I get overly emotional. Shh, shh, its gonn... be okay, he said as he pulled my trembling body close, Im here and I promise I wont let anything happen to you. Can we just talk for a minute? So I can ease my nerves? Please? I asked. Sure, what do you want to talk about? he whispered comfortingly into my ear. Actually, I think I know something better than talking, and with that I flipped to. It was a cold, cold Winter’s night that took Nausea Mundane. No matter how fast she moved, the blistering cold winds slowed her pace. ‘No!’ She begged. ‘No, cruel Winter winds, please! I must outrun Ugly.’ The winds had less wisdom than she, or her mother who had passed before her. They were merely winds, and so they blew, and blew, and as the night grew colder, Nausea Mundane froze running. It was three weeks later that a caravan of gypsies passing through the icy highways came upon her. She. We sat with him and as it got later and later i could see Dawn looked tired,,get yourself to bed love i will pop up soon when i'v finished my drink with Kevin,,Dawn got up and gave Kevin a kiss on the cheek you be good and hurry Colin if you want some,,Kevin looked and laughed and said at your age??? Dawn replied at our age i would swallow you up and spit you out for breakfast,,Kevin said i would love to see you try..whilst walking away and waving,,Goodnight all...i said to Kevin she is a****l. Every winter, the Mammoth Hunters slept in the same mountain caves in the same Southern valley, so this was home for them; but it was a home shared with other animals that had also fled south to escape the oppressive snow and brutal cold. Some beasts, like elk, bison, aurochs and Mammoth, were welcome prey. As they were crowded so much more densely together they were easier to hunt and kill. But the Mammoth Hunters weren't the only ones who wanted to feast on the unwillingly stockaded game..