Whitebark Stream don't think we need to engage in any pleasantries

colt could pry that look out of her eye any time he wanted. he could have her eye too. but as the weeks had gone on he realized the emotions he liked when settling a debt had never applied to indra.
it unsettled him. 
"yew ain't gotta say it," he mocked in a voice gone to coalsmoke. this time he did clean the blood from her chin, in firm swipes that did not rest longer than necessary. "i know yew do."
he stepped around indra and began to feed.