Porcupine Ridge i've given up

Evidently, matters began to make more sense because it translated into his words. She hadn't thought he'd hit his head in his fall just seconds ago, but maybe it had been enough of a jostle to knock an ounce of sense into him. He spoke, and this time she nodded slowly at him. He wasn't dead. Not yet. So, there was life left him in, or at the least, the chance of it. As of now, his biggest risk was probably himself and whether or not his body could mend from its injuries.

"Your home is rather far from here," she reminded him, watching to see if this information registered correctly in his head and to know if he was willing to risk it unwisely. "Traveling that distance would be difficult... as you are right now, especially with your balance so compromised," she mentioned, although it did feel like pointing out the obvious to the wolf crumpled up here and that was only the very beginning of his struggles. There were flatlands, forests, and a sizable river separating him from there at the very least -- and that was only considering the scenery itself, not its inhabitants that could pick off a weakened wolf readily. She didn't even know exactly where on the coast he came from, whether or not it was north or south in relation to here, but just that it was a long walk for someone who could barely stand up.