Mallory chuckled, slowly shaking her head at her brother’s antics. “Unless it’s to offer you food.” She scanned the area, finding no other bandits, surprised the fight had finished so quickly.
“Of course,” Brodie said. “Food makes everything better.”
“No, that’s coffee. It makes everything better.” Callum collected his arrows.
“No, food. You wouldn’t survive without it.” Brodie gathered his throwing knives.
Callum patted Smudge, telling him how good he was. “I don’t think we need to stand guard of a night. Smudge is a brilliant guard.” He offered the river otter a piece of crabmeat.
Smudge yipped a couple of times then grunted, taking the crabmeat and immediately beginning to eat.
“I wonder if that’s a yes,” Mallory said.
“If someone wants to search the bandits, I’ll take the bodie
