Bitterroot Valley she said it didn't seem like that long ago

Angel followed the dark male in silence, studying his back for want of anything more interesting to look at. His accent was different from Sega's, but both men seemed to struggle with the common tongue. She wondered if she would recognize any of his words, but as he sounded even less familiar to her than Sega, she doubted that she would.

She watched dispassionately when he killed the doe, and then with quiet interest as he whispered to it. She opened her mouth to ask — and then grimaced when he immediately spoke crassly instead.

"I'm going to save the pelt first," she told him, firmly side-stepping his language, and the implications of his words. She felt it was a dig at her, but perhaps it was just his way to speak rudely, no matter his conversational partner. She would offer him, for the moment, the benefit of the doubt.

"What did you say to it?" she asked him, having never seen such a practice before.