Emberwood There's no happy endings. [M]

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.