Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

colt chuckled humorlessly. "dyin' men ain't rightly know when they're bound t'die neither." he grunted and jerked his chin to indicate she could touch where she wanted, though she would find his sinewy body hard with tension beneath her paw.
"seems regardless, yer the only one who kin help." colt coughed a bit and settled back into the snow. "guess if i'm fittin' t'pass on, this would be the way t'go. lyin' in a beautiful land under th'hand of a lovely woman. not many men kin say they died half so well."