Whitefish River And if the night is burning,

The first thing he noted was her stature, she was tall, large, and proud of it. It reminded him of how Ira stood. Although he wasn't very small himself, it was nice to see some women who were proud of their heritage rather than shrink in the crowd to fit in among their peers. He admired it. That does sound like Kaistleoki. He chuckled softly through his words, thinking back to all those who came and went who needed a place to rest - some who stayed, others found their place elsewhere in time. 

Then the usual topic came up. At first, he was taken aback, thinking that they had met before and so his appearance probably wouldn't be the first thing to come to her mind, but maybe because it wasn't covered before, now was the time. Despite his injuries, he tried to pose tall, arching his back proudly even if his legs buckled slightly. Not from here. A little bit of everywhere really, traveling was his main thing before he found the riverside wolves.

What will really tickle your fancy is that I'm the only one in my family who looks like this. A little bit of mischievous glint in his eyes twinkled as he thought back to the family he had. Mum told me I looked more like her grand-daddy.