it smells like dog in here [1]

Galileo was dealing with personal business, but Bazi sympathized with the source of Scimitar's tone - with enemies on all sides and their numbers diminishing, Swiftcurrent Creek (or whatever they would come to be called) needed all hands on deck.

Bazi sneaked a look of her own, missing Scimitar's own glance by seconds. They were progressing at a comfortable jog, muscles humming and warm beneath thick winter coats. Scimitar's disguised his recent run-in with the Blackfeather lunatics well, and nothing in his gait suggested that there would be any lasting effects. "I think it hits everyone eventually," she grinned, spilling clouds from her smiling mouth. "I'll tease her about it when we get back. Imagine Kaskara pregnant with tiny Kieran-babies. She'd probably pop off to give birth in the middle of a hunt and get right back to it afterwards."