Shadewood no it damn well doesn't

red came along, though she needed nothing from him. colt heard her surefootedness and devoted himself only half-heartedly to the hunt before he turned to her. "what happened?" yes, she'd said part of it by the water: a hard, starving search.
but what colt wanted was the unheard details of how she and sadey had escaped, where they had gone, and how close the split gang might have been together had not his hide-bit self only stayed put a minute.
"missed you, truly i did, red," briggs said next, the words somehow hard to say even if he meant them; he spat birch-chaw into the mossy ground and cleared his throat.
"i'm real sorry, red. i am. weren't — weren't supposed to go down like that."