Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

pa? pa!? colt briggs could have swatted the girl into the mud for her rowdiness. but he figured it was as good as anything, this lie. his ears flicked to hear the foreign words punctuating her sentences. they weren't familiar in the least. the rogue began to grow impatient.
"weellll nah," he said, cocking his weight to one hip and offering her a winning grin with his birch-yellowed fangs. "i reckon the kid'n i aren't so scared of cold. i don't rightly reckon we frighten easy to the uh, other thing yew said, neither." 
his eye flicked to indra. did she know how to distract?
"she's right, but uh. we been huntin' a while. an', miz rana, yew'd know it's bad luck to return to a spot with aught in yer jaws."
he played to her, peripherals keeping indra close.