Nova Peak what’s yours is mine.

There was always so little time to make the biggest decisions. The sort that would define the type of person you were, in the end. The sort that didn't always reflect what you meant or what you wanted, but all the same, they would come to define you.

In a moment Dirtwater Fox thought of many things. He thought about Slow West. He thought about Lonesome Dove. He thought about the sentinel (@Dagur). He thought about all the times he'd nearly died alone, and how maybe this would be the time he finally did it.

He thought about Earp.

Then, with a suddenly crystal-clear understanding of the situation, he darted silently forward to intercept the dark-furred young man (@Stormchaser) with teeth. The one whose words were still ringing in his ears. Whoever these wolves were, they weren't friends. Not in this place.

You want them to be buried too?