Wapun Meadow amaritudo

The boy with the red tail nodded. It was not often that he found others at his mercy. There was a small satisfaction in hearing this powerful man say as much. 

They were all at the mercy of the Wolfkiller, anyway. 

Hm. If I can get ya to eat, yer lookin’ at a day or two. Not far. Should take it easy with them wounds, though. He was no healer. He could not tell the man how dire his situation was. Swordfish could see the work done by others. The wounds had been given a few days. They were still sickly fresh and reeked of iron blood. The boy felt himself transported to the snow, with Quennell. His heart ached. 

Ya think yer up fer eating? he asked, lifting his narrow snout to gaze into the man’s hawking eyes. A favor owed sounded like just what he’d need. Someone else who could teach him to kill the bear.