Bitterroot Valley room to make a big mistake

edited for sega's arrival! <3

Mighty impressive, replied the brute, nodding at her confirmation for taking down an elk all on her lonesome. She was a girl, a yearling, hardly nearing two, so, he was genuine when he said such a thing. Didn't know many yearlings hunting elk all by themselves, and when they did, well, they usually didn't come home with a skull strewn over there back, even less so without any wounds whatsoever. So, respects raised, huh?
When she moved to leave, Barrett would follow, only after deducing that he was, in fact, invited to do so. When Angel asked of him, he felt a lump grow in his throat. Dunno, he answered truthfully. Woke up 'ere, one day. Had a—like, a sting a' mem'ries, like when ya burn yerself on somethin', but now, I got no clue, his tail gave a subtle lash, once, twice, angry at the amnesia he was experiencing. Upset, and, even more so, heartbroken by the part that he felt missing, somewhere deep inside, hidden within.
Barrett, Callahan, sucked in a breath. Hopefully you got yerself a better answer, came a dry chuckle. Don't mean to be a bore, n' all.
Sega moved in quickly, though, and Barrett let his words trail of naturally as the chief approached. He gave a nod, low and respectful, at his arrival. Sega did not direct his words to the outlaw, which he did not mind, but rather, focused solely on Angel. Barrett moved to step aside, allowing the two some room. He would linger for just a moment or two longer.
Should either of them wish him to leave, he certainly would.