An ice fisherman who spends all his time out in the snow. He doesn't make a lot selling what he catches -- he eats most of it before it can get to the market.
She wonders what they dream about. Is it worth the snow and rain, dirt, asphalt and metal? She hopes so. So many crashed or drowned or fell when slumber had taken them.
"Hide your tail, hide your face--" those were that last words he heard from his father before the man disappeared. Silphe has followed them ever since.