Arlen Bitterbuck’s eldest daughter

He got his braids wrong - his hands were shaking too badly to make a good job of it - and his eldest daughter, a woman of thirty-odd, was allowed to plait them nice and even. She wanted to weave feathers in at the tips, the pinfeathers of a hawk, his bird, but I couldn't allow it.

Bitterbuck’s daughter who prepares his hair before execution.

A participant in a scene within the story.