To find himself in the Teekon Wilds again was not something that Mercury thought would ever happen again and yet despite all the bad memories it held for him he felt drawn to it. He could not claim why. Perhaps he was simply destined to always return to the place of his birth. He had entered the Wilds from the South, his wanderlust having prodded him to explore and settle with several packs after the wildfire had torn through Flightless Falcons. He'd barely escaped it in time, though many had not been so lucky. A lot of his family had fallen victim to the flames including his mute father, Crete.

A soft shiver rippled it's way down the DiSarinno's spine as he pushed himself further, deigning to no longer think of it. It was an insistent presence in his nightmares, replaying in his mind's eye. Reliving it every night was bad enough without it saturating his waking thoughts. A deep breath was drawn, his steps pausing as he heard the sounds of retching nearby. He was no healer, but he couldn't just ignore it — though perhaps turning a deaf ear to it might have been the better option.

Regardless, Mercury altered his course and padded closer, eyes of imperial green fixating upon the small female, draped in varying shades of red. “Are you alright?” He remembered once Thistle had told him that mint soothed an upset stomach, his posture lowered some, displaying that he meant no harm and only a stranger's concern.