Wapun Meadow dripping in rot

Marina was only watchful as more wolves filtered into her vision, these belonging to an affronted pack. She studied each of them, just a few seconds granted to every face, and listened. Whether the dying man had done these things or not meant nothing to her — but whether the pack would see fit to let them pass unharmed, that was another matter.

So her appeal was not to the strangers bristling with vengeance, but the authority of the pack who defended this land;

I don't know these others - but the bleeding man; he is the father of my unborn children. I didn't choose him, but it's done. His life is mine. Marina was careful not to stare too long or too boldly at the man she thought was the leader; still, she addressed it respectfully to him, as the others had.

I only ask to take him away from here quickly and in peace. He won't trouble you again.