Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

a goodly part of the man expected to be turned away. but the wisewoman or herbwife, whatever she was, she only told him to wait.
colt grunted a little at that. where exactly was he going? but he held still, red eyes following her small frame until she was out of sight.
he dozed a little. when the woman came back, it was with things he had and hadn't seen. she came and went. her scent as she sat back near was gentle. comforting. colt had realized he'd been a while since he'd enjoyed such fine details.
"i'm sure," he said in assent, casting a wary eye over her items. "I'll be a good patient." a grin but it faded; time for briggs to be serious. and still.