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An Unseasonable Chill

Hattie didn't bother pulling down her scarf or taking off her mittens before shaking Hank's hand.

"Hi, Jake. It's Hattie under here. We'll find him, even if I have to go fetch my dogs."

"Hi, I am Kurosaw- Hanako Kurosawa. Not the best way to meet new people, is it?"

@Monochromatic Rainbow

"Take whichever way you can get, hun. Not many new people in a town like this, at least not any that stick around. Name's Hattie Durlin, I live out towards the reservation."

Hattie stomps her booted feet to knock off the dirty snow. "You'd think with all this blasted muck on the ground, it'd be easy to find tracks. Course, if the poor bastard has any sense, he's hold up someplace keeping warm and not making tracks. Guess it's not gonna be that simple."

She trows a glance at the rest of the group. "I got spare gloves and scarves in my truck if anybody needs a pair. Can't swear they'll fit right, but it's better than losing a finger or a nose to frostbite."

An Unseasonable Chill

Hattie Durlin

Henrietta "Hattie" Durlin

| Staying busy | Fading away| Dogs| People|

Well, I don't know, but I've been told,
You never slow down, you never grow old...

Physical Description: Hattie seems like a lot of woman in a small package. No more than 5'5", lean and lively, with skin that has refused to wrinkle but learned to crease. Her expression makes it clear that she has had enough nonsense for one lifetime. Her hair was fly-away black, now with some fly-away grey. It flutters everywhere as she moves around purposefully, never still for long.

Age: 62

Relationship with Hildon: Hattie was born and raised in Hildon, daughter of a long-haul truck driver and a long-suffering mother. She went to college to become a nurse but ended up with an MRS degree, married to a doctor. She moved down south, down to the big city, and worked as a nurse and a wife. She turned out to be better at the first than the second.

No one in Hildon is sure what happened, but one day Hattie came back. She was using her birth name instead of her married name and she had a strip of pale skin around her ring finger. She also must have had a wicked divorce settlement, because she bought the house she grew up in, renovated it and installed a kennel. She owns the surrounding bit of woods and keeps to herself.

Now she's something of a recluse. She's technically retired, but constitutionally incapable of relaxing. She volunteers at the Haggarty Clinic during the peak season. She breeds hunting dogs, harvests maple trees on her property, and sews clothing out of deerskin to sell on Etsy. She buys tanned deerskins from the reservation and has a cordial relationship with several members.

Occupation: Hattie is a nurse. She's a bit out of practice but she can still handle first aid and she keeps all her certifications up-to-date. Most of her money seems to come from her ex-husband; either from a divorce settlement or blackmail, the rumors disagree. She makes a bit through her hobbies, but most of that gets funneled into new hobbies.

Useful Supplies:

Dogs. She has just sold off her latest litter of pups, so she only has four full-grown Brittanys. Good all-around bird dogs.

Snowshoes, poles and other snowgear for harvesting maple sap.

Basic medical supplies

Backstory: Hattie lived in Hildon until she was 19, moved away, and moved back when she was 50. She was a nurse in a big city hospital for 20 years and saw some serious crap in her time. She soldiered through a marriage with an unfaithful husband for an equal amount of time before finally decided to quit both. Her father died in a truck roll-over. Hattie moved her mother into a retirement home near the city until she died as well.