Two Rivers Isle Rip Roaring and wild

some days later, the scent of wren was all but buried in colt's reek of blood and mud.
he had tried to wash the worst of it away, traipsing back to join sadey. "gettin' warm," he remarked. "i see yer scarce. best t'stay that way," briggs grunted, settling against the earth. "yew have an excuse to stick here," he went on. "i gotta go an' mingle w th'locals."