Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

always womenfolk.
colt lifted his head. "i'm awake." his voice was bitter and sharp. "not long fer this world, though, i reckon." this was delivered in an onery drawl which belied his very reduced state.
colt eyed the woman. pretty as ash paw was, without that odd sweet scent clinging to her withers. but she was a pack wolf just the same. "where am i?"