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In a lone teepee on a crisp midwinter morning, a new Moccasin was born to the tribe. At that exact moment, the Spirit Caribou appeared to the old shaman.
"A new child is given to you. You will know him by his skin, his hair, his eyes, as white as my fur, as the fresh-driven snow. Oh, and a great bloody set of antlers too. A great future will be granted him- a future of severe sunburns, difficulty finding a wearable hat, and being targetted by school bullies. Also, better cut back on the purple berries, I think they are making you see things."
At least, that's what old shaman said.