Ravensblood Forest salt wavering

eyes cut hauntingly to the boy who so boldly waltzed past him, basically shoving him aside! from his own wife! the pirate loudly guffaws in response, rising from where he'd seated himself, inserting himself brusquely into the other man's face.
but it is the sweetness of chani that quells that rising urge to maim. her question: what did you bring for me? then, light bulb. crowell's eyes, focused on the pathetic form of—what was his name? meh, crowell couldn't bother to remember.
he croons like a bird husband to chani, snatching the vole by the tail between two toes and dangling it quizzically. ah, looks lie ah uh— he sniffs, brows knitting, whadda'dem things called?
he grins and turns head to hex, where he blows a long cloud of putrid breath into his face. i bett'ya know, lad. whads this ting i caught for me wife?
eyes daring. teeth shining.