Blacktail Deer Plateau put 'em back up on the shelf

It seemed that, in her times of great stress, ideas came hot and fast. She held down the girl with all her weight until she'd calmed down, and then began to talk around the scruff she held tightly in her maw. "I'll tell you the truth, kid. I've got this disease, and I'm dying. Makes it difficult to hunt, so I'm raiding caches. Now, tell me where the nearest one is and I'll go; I just wanna live a little longer." She remembered the mad wolf she had seen once, twitching and frothing at the mouth. It wouldn't be much of a stretch at all for others to believe she was horribly diseased, and act a little more gingerly around her.