I loved the brisk air in the morning, which let you cuddle even deeper into your warm sleeping bag. And when you feel ready to get up, one of you makes a fire and sets up the hot water for a warm tea in the morning. I take the drink outside into the frosty young day, the sun not yet making it over the distant treeline and walk over to the Reindeer stacked to the ground. When i come close enough to touch softly there furry antlers they move under the noticeable contact and search at the same time vainly for hidden salt in my pocket. The Tsaatan Teepee is still quite even that the time is right for the milking of the waiting mother animals and the
