New World

A caribou trotted into a clearing much farther south then it would normally, it paced a couple of times before a screech stole its attention. Two eagles, a golden and a bald approached the clearing. They circled once before diving down, they landed as their feathers morphed and stretched revealing two human forms, the caribou quickly followed suit.
"What is this about, Kanata?" the taller man stepped forward, "And why did we meet here," the smaller women said, shivering.

"the pale-skinned are back"