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Sadey had barely gotten away from the male, the little bastard anyway. She'd find him and end him some day, but she was a thinker. And she had known well enough that his size and his brute strength would have murdered her or worse had she stayed to finish the fight.

So with trepidation, she licked her wounds. Dipping her muzzle into the river, hissing at the sharp pain upon it. But it would heal. All things told the biggest wound was to her pride, but she had given her own licks in. Bastard needed to die.

There was a chance he was out there preying on some other woman. And what if next time, he didn't stop at physical harm, what if he took something worse from her. Men like that had no business being alive.

fresh off his courting and hunting trip, colt briggs'd found reno. at last count, that meant five of their gang was around, not to mention miz may.
this was a different locale, and were it not for sadey's scent, colt wouldn't have followed.
but the deeper he pressed, the more the rogue found of blood in the air and the thick reeking slime of wolf saliva not belonging to her.
she'd been in a scrap.
sadey was washing up at the river when colt emerged onto the scene. "gawdamn, woman. what the hell you been up to?" his swagger said he didn't care. but his shrewd eyes investigated her wounds. and then something like anger or possession took hold of briggs. "foun' reno." he wet his jaws. "who done this to ya, sadey?"

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Sadey heard another coming and she turned with a snarl, teeth flashing, murder in her eyes. She hadn't thought on it. Until she found out it was Colt Briggs and though he wasn't her favorite a small sense of something beat around her. Soft and feminine she wanted to bury her face anywhere on him and cry. But she was Sadey Walker and cowgirls don't cry. So instead she brought herself up to a sharp stop and sighed. Exhaustion nipping at her now. She didn't even have any fight left in her to pick at him about the strange woman's musk he had all around him. Thick and heedy in the air. At least someone was getting something good.

Some bastard upstart. Didn't catch his name. Big black beast. I was enjoying my meal and bones, and the bastard right up on me. Growling and dominant. I can't stand males like that Briggs. Treat you like shit.

She went back to the river, hissing as the water touched her muzzle again, she was fairly certain the holes went the whole way through her lip. If she wasn't careful it would get infected and cause some serious issues if not death.

Yew know what aloe is, Colt? And Begamot? Gotta get something on this nose before infection sets in.

She studied him closely. What did Reno have to say? She could poke fun at him, about Reno, but she knew if she made him mad enough and Colt attacked her in the condition she was in. He'd win. She wouldn't be able to fight him off for anything, or any type of anything he had in mind. Not that he was that type of wolf, but taht black beast had been. She was certain of it.

Pretty sure he would of taken his pound flesh and whatever else he could taken if I hadn't beat his ass. He still won, obviously, but i gave him a good licking. Bastard.

"aww, hell, sadey! yew know i ain't no good with the leafy bullshit." colt spat a stream of birch juice into the grass, but the movement was quicker. a snake-strike versus a languid show of dismissal. a muscle in his jaw jumped and his voice was low with controlled rage.
womanizer. bastard. mean. colt was a lot of things but what he also wore was a burning aura of loyalty. sadey was his gang and now she'd been put to another's tooth. he would repay that.
reno. for now he ignored sadey's question. blackfurred wolf. big one too. "whereabouts did yew meet this gentleman?" he asked, looking downriver the way he thought she might have come. "i knew yew wouldn't've let no upstart pull one over on yew."
her wounds were fresh. that meant the other was still ripe for tracking.
but first he needed to get her somewhere safe. "anyway. yew know. reno's reticent. not sure if he wants to be a leader." he snorted and spat. "come on. hate t'say it, but we gotta seek out pack wolves fer this one."
natigvik.

Sadey snickered at his display, but nodded with a sigh.

I know yer not. She wasn't that good neither, but she knew those two from her mother. And cobwebs. She blinked.

Find me some cobwebs, that will stop the mess of bleeding at the very least.

Sadey was thinking about it and she pointed that way with her muzzle. That big ole green grove. With the ferns and stuff. You'll find my scent all through it, and a the rabbit bones is where i met that bastard.

Sadey groaned. I hate pack wolves, unless their mine. She snarled and then whimpered, the pull on her muzzle almost caused her eyes to cross. She blinked hard and fast, the tears coming anyway, cause face pain was face pain and not much you could do about such a reaction, it was involuntary.

Do we even know any pack wolves that would help. I surely don't. Hell I've only seen you and Augustin and met this little bastard.

sadey's tears made him violent. not toward her, but now his teeth ached to rip into the wolf who'd done this fuckery. he didn't know how to help her, and so stood like a useless ragged lump while the salt of her pain mingled with the heavy metal fragrance of blood.
cobwebs he could do; colt was thankful for the opportunity to lurch off into the woods. he broke a stick and thrust it into te roots of a dead tree, jumping a bit as spiders poured out of the torn webs over his paw. shuddering, he gathered a bunch of the sticky muck as best as he was able and came back to sadey.
he put it down near her.
"aye. i know a woman over in natigvik." this time he pronounced it better. "before yew get any of yer ideas, she's the one said no to ol' colt. but she's a good heart. can't see her turnin' away someone who needs help. she's not the leader but she can put in a good word for us."
the grove of ferns. he marked it in hot black ink on the mental map of his mind.
colt was ready to go. he wanted to be on the fucker's trail before nightfall. "an' i'll pay yer debt before we get there." hunting always did the trick. dropping meat off with sadey was a surefire way to get her treated.
and whether she liked it or not, he was dropping her off, a sack of flour at the neat doorstep of whatever little cottage miz amalia had made up for herself. injured and seeping she was dead weight. she wouldn't always be, but sadey would surely know better than to insist she came along.
this was a word between men.

Sadey wasn't fond of old colt. He was dirty and mean. But he was loyal and he had always treated her better than most. Their gang was a bit like a family, even with it's disfunction. But it was theirs all the same. She knew he'd take care of this, and he'd take care of her, as uncomfortable as he was. And for the time being her esteem of him rose a notch, only a notch, and it'd probably be back down by tomorrow when she wasn't feeling so god awful sorry.

Sadey chuckled, though there wasn't much life in it. She nodded her head. Smart girl. Should we really mar such a girl with our dirty business Colt?

Sadey was often of the same opinion of Reno. When there was good, actual down to earth realy good. They needed to be paws off. Because that kind of good was different.

Sadey hated what he was going to do, mostly cause she couldn't join in. She nodded. Take a nice chunk out of 'im for me Colt wouldya.

last for me!

sadey knew. colt grunted and spat.
no more words then. he let her lean on him for a while, then helped her settle against a tree. colt hunted some hours after that, returning with three rabbits, one to feed her and the others for her medical debt.
natigvik loomed ahead. colt pulled her closer and grunted his way down the ridge.

Thank you for the thread.

Sadey followed beside him. Leaning when she needed. Though mostly she just pushed doggedly forward. She wouldn't allow herself to lag behind, because she just wasn't that way. She carried teh rabbits with her. Blood Streaking down her white fur. She probably looked a fright. WHen they would get to the border, she knew Colt would be leaving for an attack and she wished him all the godspeed.