"So, this buck just fell from the heavens?" Robert asked.
"Yes, Master," said John.
"Have you been drinking or smoking something you aren't telling me about?" Robert asked.
"Robert, you know full well that I don't drink, nor use any of that other stuff, because those would inhibit my thought processes," said John. "No scars, no marks, no tattoos, no anything. Most every human has some kind of marking - even Jeffery has his tattoos and a few scars. The livestock have their marks, a few have scars. Ferals tend to have scars, and some have Herd Marks, be it from a way to recognize a friend in a fight, or from covering up a Livestock Mark, or from those Conservation groups trying to keep track of the herds. This guy, nothing."
"What do you think?" Robert asked.
"Well, there are stories, ones that would be told around the fire, especially after the Strong Juice was passed around," said John. "Stories of bucks and mares that fell from the sky, ones with powers, strong enough to kill bears with the flick of a finger, faster than anything out there, and hard to kill - blades, clubs, arrows, nothing harmed them. Those are just the common abilities. Some could heal other people, some could fly, some could summon the elements, and other different things. The children would even have some of the power, although, after a few generations, you might simply find a buck or mare that was just simply stronger or heartier than the average human."
"Do you think he's dangerous?" Robert asked.
"If half the stories are true, I wouldn't want to do anything to anger him," said John. "If he wants to leave, let him. Do not Mark him or anything, beyond making sure that he's fine. Treat him as a Guest."