Blacktail Deer Plateau for you did murder kate mccannon

Rue blinked. His name was Thorn? She couldn't really think of a less fitting name for the hulking, burly man. Thorns were so tiny, so thin and brittle and small, and this man was anything but. Thorns were also sharp, stinging and biting and clinging mercilessly wherever they touched. Although Rue had only just met the man, so far there was nothing about him that suggested a prickly disposition. 

"Coyotes," Rue answered with a frown. "There were... so many... " She looked around their quiet, empty surroundings dejectedly. It seemed that the coyotes had only stayed long enough to devastate the caches, and then they had vanished. This place had been a home for Ruenna and many others, and the coyotes had ruined it all just for a quick snack break. It would have been infuriating, if Rue was the furious sort of wolf.

"I guess they were drawn in by our caches. They.. they attacked when most of the pack was on a hunt, and just... took everything. Ate everything." Rue shook her head. If the attack had happened during the summer months they might have been able to pull through, but with food being so scarce in the winter the pack had been forced to go their separate ways. 

Rue shook her head again. This would never have happened if the Plateau wolves had lived like her birthpack, following the herds and only settling temporarily. Red Fern Glade had never amassed caches large enough to attract such a populous groups of predators simply because they never stayed anywhere long enough to do so. The Plateau's stationary existence had contributed to its demise, Rue was certain.