Otter Creek iii Means to an end.

A presence came to rest behind him. Kigipigak would have been ignorant to the woman had she not chuffed to gather his attention. When he heard it he raised his head and water ran streaking down his chin, dribbling back from whence it came.

He turned his head while his ears twitched, continued turning even as he came to rest solidly in place. His copper gaze lingered upon the pale figure. It was wraith-like and much smaller than he was used to for a woman. Two eyes stared back at him with different colors, one a sunrise and the other a sunset.

Kigipigak wondered if she could smell the fawn on him. Her scent was one of those scattered within the woodland and when he recognized it as such, his brow raised. 

You come out of your forest, He remarks—an observation and nothing more.