Otter Creek iii Means to an end.

A thin smile perched upon Kigipigak's face. He did not understand the shroud that descended across the mutilated woman exactly, wondering if he had caused such disruption, but then laid such thoughts to rest. Her life must be hard with her inadequacies—and they had nothing to do with him.

I hope the road is kind to you, Kigipigak says. His tone is friendly; he cannot help but look upon her twisted limb as he says it, his copper gaze flickering with thought. Whenever you should choose it. 

But he did wonder about the forest. What is this place called...?