Whitefish River frater meus, you're beautifully made

Creed met gazes with the stranger to discover one eye reflecting back at her in the dark. It was definitely unique, and she had never met another without both of their eyes. She tried to pay it little heed as to not offend while she glanced where he had motioned before realizing she was now being given undivided attention. She shifted her weight to another foot uneasily as she listened to his inquiry.

I'm sorry to say I have not. I have only met one other on my travels thus far, and he was not this man you speak of. She paused for a moment and looked to the mesa herself. The soft whistle of the wind blew at her fur as she did so. I am headed in the direction you appear to seek, though. Why do you seek him? Creed had her suspicions, but she would not assist in a malicious man hunt for another. She had already been down that road, and it had not ended well.