Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

colt did not quail under that unflinching stare. despite her smallness and softness, he saw a river deep in her of strength, like minerals beneath the mountain. "these'uns just want me, ma'am. they're not the sort t'go after yew or anyone else, allowin' as yer not harboring fugitives."
and colt had already left off looking for harbor.
his eyebrows tilted toward his rotting eartip. he should be offended she so brusquely rejected his vague offer. but the less about him was known, the better.