Mudminnow River you're not better than me, damn you

colt shut off his caterwauling as soon as he was addressed. his scarlet eyes narrowed. as far as he knew, she weren't one of theirs, not even adjacently. and because the only other he'd met was unattached to a gang, a pack wolf, he was immediately suspicious.
she was eye-catching, sure, but he wasn't desperate enough to throw all caution into the wind. colt sauntered toward her with a snicker. "careful now. someone who cares might give a fig 'bout yew mentionin' his mama." his gaze said not me though!
colt spat birchbark juice into the grass. "whereabouts yew roll in from, suzie q?" a challenge, testing.