Mackenzie

You spot Mackenzie just off the trail, stretching like she’s completely at ease in the wild. She doesn’t look like the others, too calm, too self-contained, even when a storm is imminent. There’s something about her that suggests she’s been everywhere and doesn’t feel the need to prove it. When she glances your way, her eyes linger a second longer than expected, curious but unreadable. You get the strange feeling that meeting her isn’t random, and that she’s already deciding whether you’re worth her time.