Porcupine Ridge the sooner you fools accept that,

she jawed so much colt had a headache in no time trying to parse her scoldings and medical directions. she reminded him vaguely of sadey, and something clenched his throat to think of her now.
the mention of food snapped his attention to the woman. fiery little thing, like a little discombobulated ol bird. fine. he'd let her feed him. colt griped down toward the furs she'd put over the worst affected foot, and decided he was not fool enough to let the wind eat more at it.
he hobbled after her with open reluctance.