Luneshale Pass I don't know where to put my hands

He offered his name, then remarked about Bushtit’s Spanish, inferring he was both new and inexperienced. The youth felt a little prickly at both insinuations, though he quickly smoothed his proverbial petticoats.

No, I’m not new, he replied, which was the truth, albeit only part of it. Are you? I haven’t seen you around before.

It took a decent amount of effort to keep pace with Kemal. He could feel the burn in his leg muscles. Bushtit didn’t mind it, though he abruptly remembered he was supposed to be fetching food for his mother, not ranging the borders. But with how it was going so far, he didn’t imagine this conversation would last too long.