Luneshale Pass chapter vi

Disa remained on her guard lest Kemal should change his mind about trying to sneak a peek. The wound was hideous – a long, broad valley of congealed red edged by unbroken ridges of puckered, pink flesh. The chances of it healing down to a discreet line were slim.

But it wasn't Kemal's fault. Disa was not much for mutton, and she had known that three wolves versus one bison was reckless – bordering on insane.

"Worrying isn't a job. At least not for one man. Chief Worrier," she grimaced lightly. Disa rarely worried. She acted and assessed – on occasion, she schemed.

She thought but did not say that pups were a renewable resource. She thought not did not say that if the missing pup was anything like Delos, then good riddance - Leto could try again for a less defective batch. Instead, Disa parked her cold eyes on Kemal's and asked: "What makes you such a worrier?"