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

He was vague.
The mention of Sadey made her bristle a bit. The woman and Colt, what were they to one another? Siblings? Allies, at the very least. She seemed friendly and flighty with him in equal measure, and always angry. That kind of thing you only got from family.
Different how? Her boldness struck even her, although the wild airs continued about her; Indra was under some sort of blood hold evidently, empowered, watching him eat and grin his bloody grimace of a smile at her, and back again.
Rounding along the dead deer's other side, the side which cooled, she came to its head and idled among the bez-tines which tangled in the briar. Like a pet?