Whitebark Stream or bury a friend

Daylily noticed the scars and the dead eye, which flashed at her for a moment before Salvatore turned his head up and away, looking at her with his good eye. Such a sight shocked her for a moment, and she went silent, her mind scrambling for some way to rationalize it. She decided immediately—perhaps naïvely—that Salvatore must have gotten his scars in some king of honorable fight. Protecting a friend, perhaps? Or a group of pups from an angry bear? It had to be something of that nature. Dawn would certainly never have accepted a criminal into her ranks. Still, fear of finding out the truth kept Daylily from asking. Well, that and good manners. 

Day nodded at Sal’s explanation. So, he had come with Bhediya’s group. It explained why she had not yet met him. “How do you like it here?” she asked, trying to come up with polite conversation. “Versus the mountains, I mean?”