Blacktail Deer Plateau and i won't say it again

The gray brute hadn't even come into Forrest's view before his hoarse voice reached her ears. She smiled and giggled, abandoning her tiny cache to see what all of the fuss was about. From what she could see, there were no clear injuries and the fact that he had enough energy to speak meant that he probably wouldn't be dying anytime soon.

Don't be so dramatic, she scolded in a matronly tone, accompanied with another innocent chuckle, You've probably just got a head cold, silly. She sighed and sat back on her haunches while she looked him over. Now, why don't you tell me what's wrong so we can fix the problem, hm? He was an older male, probably around Forrest's age. With that realization, she did become a bit more focused; older wolves didn't have the same resilience as youngsters.