Blacktail Deer Plateau seven billion and him.

The boy watched from a distance. For a moment, he had thought the wolfess was Gwen, but as he came closer it became apparent that that wasn't the case. The other huntress had not returned, and quite honestly Kieran didn't know if she ever would. He always tried to help those who felt lost, as he had once felt that way himself, but there was not always something you could do.  He recognised the grief, even from a distance. It was so clear to see that this stranger was struggling with something, and he wanted to help. He needed to help - or at least try to. He would do all he could.

With that thought, he sprang forward, rushing toward where the white furred wolfess was, struggling momentarily to catch up. "Hey! Wait up!" He called, finally getting closer. "Please, just for a second." He added, a little quieter. Maybe this wouldn't be the best way to introduce himself, but if he didn't grab her attention she probably would not have even noticed he was there. So caught up in something was she - it was a dangerous state to be in. He might not know her, but he didn't want anything bad to happen to her. When wolves were depressed, they often became careless and that was when accidents happened.