Otatso Wetlands early drinkin' [m]

so that was how he had gotten here, carried downstream. colt snorted and then grunted in anguish. "ain't we a pair, sadey walker." but now his voice was hard. the slight to his honor was not ignorable. and the plight of red remained to be seen.
"'course they aint gonna hurt her." he ran his tongue over his teeth. "what yew think they want with her?" it was rhetorical. "yew seen the way he held her throat. i aint never done anything like that to her." earlier indignation at sadey's earlier suggestion around his bond with red was flaring for a moment, then went away. 
he snorted and felt the way his face had knit together into healing scars still tender to movement. "'member what i said?" his red gaze met the loveliness of her compelling face. "redbird's a killer, i told yew. she'll make her way. either way," and he opened his jaw, stretching it with the intention of working those slackened muscles, "i'll be goin' back, soon as i can."