Twisted Slough hiding behind a pack of lies

a loud, spiraling laugh, hard at the edges. "ain't lookin' t'trade, woman. i don't think yew don't know shit about this place," he stated in open assumption designed to force a defense. "but neither do i." he scuffed at the stinking mud. "so now we both hafta learn th'lay of the land."
if she'd wanted something in return, she shouldn't have played her cards so nakedly. "whatever i need i kin find. reckon it's th'same fer yew." blindness never held back anyone who was determined, his thoughts said myopically.
"however, maybe we're lookin' fer the same thing. s'why i asked." food. information. a bed for a night. colt pulled away and tilted his muzzle into the breeze, trying to see if he'd been correct. "gotta soft spot fer sharp-tongued women who appear in swamps. come with me an' we'll see what there's to see." a challenge.
he eyed her with his crimson gaze.