Swiftcurrent Creek silver ribbons

she was a pretty butterscotch girl with a shy, flighty demeanour and a healthy hesitation. lestan approached, though not so quickly, and looked hesitantly into the golden eyes.
"this place is um, swiftcurrent creek. and i am lestan mayfair." his accent was not so apparent now, but his smile flashed true.
"my mother brought it and those words from the old country. taught us children." his features softened into something that reminisced for a moment, and then the man returned to himself. "we've had some run-ins with — well bad folk, hence the warning. lots of injuries on both sides, though — i joined later."
he was rambling. he shut his mouth, and a second after caught the faint whiff of many wolves wound into the stranger's fur.