Swiftcurrent Creek preacher's daughter

Colt. Red-eyed, arrogant Colt…

Her question was direct—cold, even, and he knew somehow he had offended her. In truth, he hadn’t put too much thought on the man from before aside from being determined to fulfill a promise should the rogue group try to return. “Wren…”

He paused—and then, Mae still nearby, keeping watch on them, the man strode forward, a barely-there growl tracing his tone now as he came closer to her, his voice lowering to keep their conversation between the two of them. “Last I recall, Colt wasn’t someone you wanted to see again.”

Another pause—his muzzle hovering close to her own. “So I’m surprised he’s what comes to your mind now, in this moment.”