Dawnlark Plains you want some more blood on you

She glared at them both. She was their topic of conversation and she had every right to be included in it.

A fool is as a fool does. I'll rest when I'm dead. she grumbled.

She wasn't used to Colt Briggs being so demanding. Oh him and her, they had spats, long drawn out fights. With both their ire they'd burn the sheets, but there was something feral in the way they fought. Nothing good about it, but this here this was different. It wasn't the usual.

She narrowed her eyes at him. You mess my ass up with hoodoo Colt Briggs. I'll tear your ass up.

Where I'm gonna lay. Your boy be slinking around makes me nervous. Kvarsheim and some other pack river clan or something joind up with those big black bastards stole your redd and marred up my pretty face and hide.