Swiftcurrent Creek rasputin

the yellow eyes glinted in recognition, followed by a low exhale of annoyance. but not for her new rank. "no honor to lose. i lose, i pay. yes." the food had been her reward for breaching not only his borders but cutting flesh on another fighter.

too wearied to waste more time on explanations, muskrat listened silently to his explanation that she would be lowest. was that not the place of a slave? why did he use many words to say one? the offer of a healer surprised her, but then again, it should not. his care was an investment.

"name of land? yours?" muskrat asked. if he would not have her as a slave, then she did not expect to be struck nor that he would eventually want to join with her. this low ranking then, perhaps meant nothing in terms of the harshness she had expected.