Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

cuz this will be hilarious! hes outside the borders but right up on them

colt briggs was loathe to leave the mountains. he'd left the rabbit fur in the den where ash paw had kept him, departing with nary a word.
the man was all but emaciated now, his hindleg stiffened by cold and near worthless. it had been days since he had eaten, and the tip of his right ear, blackened by frostbite, was beginning to reek and rot.
colt stumbled and fell into the snow. he did not rise, drawing a racking breath of anger and resignation.