drifting out slowly

In the moments if pain and irritation the white male closed the distance between them. His voice cutting through the pain that just hit him. No thought was offered in his response. The fuck does it look like? He muttered. Regaining his composure he looked at the white male. Ugh, sorry. A grimace spread over his face as he backedm Limped back a few steps. Don't mind me, I just sort of, wandered here. .. He recalled the last time an interloper was at the sunspires border without an excuse, he added quickly. I uhh, I recognised the scent of someone I met nearby. Finley? Dropping a name might offset his initial insult, at least he hoped. Speech thoughts