Porcupine Ridge the sooner you fools accept that,

she was quick with hospitality.
colt tore the stomach out of the spikepig and ate quick, bristling with territoriality. he did not answer until it was only bones.
"nothin' needed, ma'am, 'cept yer name perhaps." his crimson eyes flicked over the woman now, with more care this time. he lay still now, rather comfortable, and his paw did not hurt so much.
briggs wasn't dumb enough to deny the comforts of womenfolk. just smart enough not to become a husband. "an' maybe where yer from," he added in a rumble. she smelt of enough wolves for him to know she wasn't alone.