Whitefish River and i saw death in the eye of a buck

He is...large. Pale. Scars. Yellow-ish— Unaware that it was copper. —eyes. He goes by Kigipigak. Uttering his name out loud felt wrong in a way. As if she had given him up to some stranger. She just wanted him back to the plateau, wherever he had gone.

Yet if this man was as good as he claimed, she had to place a grain of faith in him.

Have you seen someone like that?