Swiftcurrent Creek [j] the king and his men

Ferdie finally spoke, his voice gruff and sore sounding. Questions had to be asked Where did they take Bones, and Why? and since they came for bones will they come for you? Ferdie's expression didn't change he meant for each question to be answered in turn. He huffed gently on Foxs shoulder, He meant no disrespect to her, he still felt it was not his place to ask them. The Brute was just tired of this tail chasing thing, nothing cutthroat was doing added up. Was cutthroat some sort of spy? Where would his loyalty's truly lie. Ferdie also wanted to know for Fox's sake if they needed to prepare for another assault.

His question fell silent as did he, while awaiting the answers. His expression held that same deadpan stare, even though he was thinking that tying up cutthroat like a dog might teach him some manners. and keep him in place, but then someone would have to hunt for him and guard him. He choose not to express that thought; funny as it was to picture.