Blacktail Deer Plateau You're starting forest fires

There was hesitance, and that was to be expected; Forrest took no offense to the boy's apprehension. While she knew that this thing was not of the making of one of their own, she couldn't quite piece together where it could have come from. As her nose touched the cold metal of the collar, she drew back in disgust. The smell odor would be pungent enough to send her onto her own ass if she wasn't careful. 

Something like this was out of Forrest's pay grade. There was nothing that she could do, as she was unsure if trying to remove it would do more damage than good. Are you in pain? she asked; that was something she could help with.