Northstar Vale she's gotta be sure it's gotta be soon

A voice broke the silence - young, friendly. Borsa drew a number of conclusions from that and turned to face her greeter with a wolfish smile, tail hanging slack. "Heyup! Meant to pass right on by, but you all got a case of the early mornin' raiders." She indicated west, back the way she had come. "Two of 'em. Opportunists I reckon. Now you've got a bit of a body situation, so - y'wanna leave him up there as a warning or what? I'll fish 'im out on m'way out if you can spare me a day's rest. Took a bit of a beating."