Swiftcurrent Creek blank open eyes watch the moonflower bloom

Wren could see it on his face. He'd smelled it; that lingering burn of rot-gut whiskey that the cowboy had left behind. He hadn't said it, but the shift in the air made her grow cold. Why did he seem so... offput? He wasn't posturing in the way that spoke of instinctual jealousy. There was discomfort that lay in his gaze. 
She swallows. With what little she knew of Colt, she was already beginning to regret having let him so close to her. 
If he were to ruin her chances right now... 
Walked all the way here from, uh, Tuktu, A feeble laugh and a shift of her weight from left to right cuts her speech in half. Y'think you guys have room for, uh, someone more permanent? She seems almost embarrassed to ask, a nervous waver to tired vocals that rang from a scratchy throat. Maybe I could talk to your leader, or... something. I don't know. Sorry, She coughs. shit, I'm bad at this. Never waltzed up to a pack like this before. 
How pathetic of her.