Swiftcurrent Creek meadowline

lestan's ears fell back. "they were not my friends. sir." the little brogue rose and fell. and that did hurt to say, because he certainly did count sadey as a companion. but these men were dangerous. and he would not simply hand her to them without so much as a conversation! that was not companionly.
he was worried about her.
"as i said, i don't know the red one or the white one. i knew the man. bricks," he said resolutely. he had not once met colt; the man had stuck to the fringes, allegedly slept with sakhmet, and drifted off. "he and my leader had maybe — well, her husband left and there were —"
he reddened and left that at once. "he is not a good person." lestan still did not understand how sadey of all had been led into this.
"natigvik did not have the numbers for winter. they left with their relatives. as far as i know, nothing is back there." lestan had settled now. his eyes moved between the pair.
"i'm sorry this — battle — occurred. perhaps you'll allow me to do some hunting for you while you're — healing."