Spotted Eagle Mountain evermore

her gaze narrows, disbelieving. he was older, and experienced, judging by the scars he bore, and she was fairly sure a fight would not end in her favour. still, it does not seem to be his intent, though she's not stupid enough to let her guard down entirely. 

you remind me of someone. she regards him, carefully, waiting for some spark of familiarity like she'd felt with Tundra. "who?" the angle of his jaw, the set of his eyes, they prompt some memory she can not quite pin down long enough to analyze. perhaps it is nothing, she rationalizes, shifting her weight somewhat as she regards him. it could be only his own declaration that prompts her to see familiarity in him, though the elusive nature of memory is frustrating.