Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

Where am I?

She huffed at the question—almost personally affronted given the trouble she had recently brought down to Epoch just by revealing their name and location. “The mountains,” she offered vaguely, tone saccharine, knowing he probably knew as much. “You’re on the borders of my pack.”

And that was all he would get from her.

She tried to breathe lightly through her mouth—the scent of his rotting ear too much for the usual gentle girl. “What happened to you?”