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

he groaned a bit with the pleasure of a full body. colt shoved away from the carcass. "just — different. sadey'n reno'n i, well — we seen each other at our worst. sick. dyin'. durin' murder. we seen a lot o'the gang die off too, over the years."
he sighed, shut his eyes. "none o'that with us." and it wouldn't be, if he had a say. he opened his gaze and let it dance on indra, who hovered close like a wild filly. "why d'yew say pet?"