Blackfoot Forest The Butterfly Blooms

Alarian was quick to rouse when Lennon nudged him, pulling himself to his feet with a pained grunt. Is Korei back? He asked quickly, eyes bright now.

But the boy didn't wait for an answer-- he could smell her nearby, and he began to limp determinedly in that direction. Soon he saw her, then the wolf with her. He paused when he saw them, taking in the sight of the new girl. She was beautiful in an unearthly way, carried herself like a queen, and Alarian instantly trusted her.
He approached slowly, mostly because his injuries did not allow for fast movement. The effort of the short trek had him laying at Korei's feet when he got to her, pressing his muzzle to her shoulder. I'm so glad you're safe.

Then he looked at the wolf next to her, tail wagging slightly in greeting. Thank you for keeping Korei safe. I-- we owe you a debt already for that. He lowered his head, then, noticing the herbs. You can help us? It was hushed, hopeful.