Kildeer Rest Apparently we share a common plasma.

When another approached, he looked up. He saw the boy with the white fur and thought, snow-woman's son? And was ready to dismiss his being there. The way the boy carried himself was with deference to the woman and a clear distrust to the hunter eating by the door. He took a piece of meat in his teeth and watched the boy, finding the network of scars curious to behold.

The way the boy's expression shifted, became almost stricken before averting from where it lingered upon the wolf, made Tulimaq wonder; but he was involved in his meal, and said nothing for the moment. He would wait until the pale one drifted off on his patrol.