Blackfeather Woods spirit cold

He insisted that pack life would be no better, and Muriel was on the verge of giving up. She could turn around and starve to death, or she could keep insisting and maybe have a chance at staying here. Or he would just outright kill her. Even that seemed a better end than slowly withering away until she was a pile of skin and bones.

"I won't survive much longer than a day out here," she replied vehemently, her brow furrowing in determination. Why was he turning her away? Once she had a more stable environment, she could regain her strength and give back. But she needed somebody to take a chance on her. If not him, who?