While listening to the chief's explanation, the man opened the file and flicked through it, looking over photographs of the deaths and written information alongside them. They were all quite graphic, and his expression visibly dropped when he saw the savagery that the bodies must have endured. Some looked less like people, and more like piles of sheared meat. Evidence of consumption was there as well. Tooth and claw marks on bones, missing organs and chunks of flesh. Whatever killed these people had definitely done it to keep itself fed. A wendigo seemed a very likely suspect, though of course, he'd never admit to that. In fact, he decided to twist the situation a little with some offhand knowledge most hunters had. "See, there's plenty of good reasons why a predator would go for the heart. People don't have a lot of meat, compared. A hungry animal will go for whatever they can get. Organs aren't as good as muscle, but the heart? It's pure muscle. And strong too, on account of all the blood pumping." It was a stretch, and a total fabrication, but the logic was at least mostly sound. Of course, the chief then got into what the people believed their monster was.<br/><br/>"Wendigos, huh? I'm not so sure about that. There's a few things old stories say about them. One thing that makes 'em stand out, they supposedly smell like rotten shit. Not a very pleasant odor. Out here though, you folks got some of the freshest air I've ever breathed. Better than big cities by a mile. Secondly, they tend to bring the cold along where they go. Can make a place look like winter in the middle of summer. Mostly, they're up north cause of that. It would be too obvious if they went and moved down somewhere warmer. Supposedly, at least." Pausing momentarily, he picked the file up and closed it, looking toward the chief again. "Of course, there are a lot of stories. Pretty much the same deal with any kind of monster. Who knows what's real or not. I don't really buy into it, myself."<br/><br/>With the file under his arm, he stood up straight and smiled once more. "I assure you, sir. I'm not here to play anybody. Whatever I can pull outta the animal that's been giving you folks troubles will probably be payment enough." He then offered a hand for a greeting shake. "Chris. Chris Simmons."