Dawnlark Plains hymn to blood

And ya can’t forbid me from followin’ ya! 

The bear-hunter scowled. It was not lost on him, this shift in tone. The black vanished from his gaze. Lestan was normal - as well as he could be - for a few moments. Swordfish was stunned into silence, afraid to shift his companion’s rise. Afraid that the darkness would return to Lestan’s face and his voice would become drab and cold. 

Yer not gonna get torn apart with me there anyway. So it’s best to avoid that altogether, hm? he said in an even voice, nudging the other man with the soft of his snout.