Porcupine Ridge the sooner you fools accept that,

Ash Paw reared back, her head lifted up in haughty arrogance. I beg your pardon. Speak to me like that again and I just might box your ears, no matter how large you are. You are dying, near my pack lands and i take offense to it.

She snorted. Why would i leave a heathen who is unmannerly to die politely? If you can't offer manners too.

She looked him over. Forgive me, but you look like death already paid you a visit and won. Only for you to scratch your way out of hell. And you smell like birch bark. she wrinkled her nose.

Exposure, probably gonna lose them toes and the tips of your ears. May get hypothermia. Come on. Can't take you home, but let's find you a right proper den, something to eat and something to keep you warm. Keep that rabbit fur on  your paws or your ears if you want to save them.

Then she turned away from him and began her trek towards anywhere, but here. Her aim was the forest line just a bit away.