Herbalists' Cache What the morning brings

Kekoa seemed to suspect nothing, which was reassuring to Ridgeback, who felt still as if stability could be shaken and upended at any moment, among people who took what they desired by force. 

More important, now, were Kekoa's feelings of isolation. Ridgeback frowned, gritted his teeth together, and nodded. He glanced toward the herd of caribou, grazing in the distance. Even they seemed to ignore the pair of wolves who conversed calmly within earshot. When he spoke again, his voice was low. 

H'yeahhhhh, He sighed. I get the feeling that you'n me are kind of like outsiders still, He said. I mean, if that's how you feel too- I find it kind of hard to keep up with learning the language and stuff...And now that there're more of them that speak two languages, I sometimes feel like the village idiot. He confessed with a thin laugh and a wan grin.