Redsand Canyon strongcharge

Flecha growled in sympathy and shared anger.  No heathen had the right to touch Ajaw’s own.  Especially when they sought no war as of yet.  Blood was to be spilled in battle; her sister had been a mere scout on this mission.

Then he owes you his tongue.  Flecha growled, then moved to clean some of the blood from her chin.  Where?  If she wished it, the Holcan would attend to it.