Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

She stared at him—what she hoped was perhaps her most withering stare, though in all likeliness, it was probably like a chickadee trying to stare down a hawk. “What did you do?” Because until he was able to tell her exactly why he was a wanted man, Meadow was completely unwilling to put her pack on the radar for any other dangers. “Look—I don’t need you to barter with me. I’m not interested in anything you can offer. But I need to know if I help you, it will end up coming back to harm my pack somehow.”