Swiftcurrent Creek bayou

after being rounded on by the tall dark man, lestan had gone off in a fine furor. 
an hour's hunting netted the peacemaker a large bullfrog, which he carried along @Akavir's trail. the scent of wounds and herbage was not hard to follow.
and when he found the man, lestan flung the poor limp amphibian with all his might until it splatted most unappealingly at the swarthy forepaws.
"when i got here you asked after my surname. then you called me mayfair, just like that! so now, i must ask if you and i have a personal issue!" 
the honeyblue of his eyes blazed. lestan stood trembling before the stronger man, knowing very well that even in his current state could the other smash him into the rich land fed by the creek.