Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

Luke had never met someone like Delilah, who had been raised by humans and had never lived in the wild. Someone who had never had to learn to hunt and to survive on their own or even within the strategical structure of a wolf pack. Although Luke had a deep seated hatred for humans, it did not extend to Delilah just because she had spent time with them. It was not her choice to live that life and even if it had been, the blue-nosed wolf was not one to judge. It sounded like she had had quite a limited life and he felt nothing but compassion for her, and respect that she had managed to break free from it.

"I'm sorry if I scared you. They killed my sister," he clarified, having felt bad for upsetting her when the mere mention of humans caused a change in his disposition. "I don't like them much," he added, though it did not need to be said. "I hope you find your son, but in the meantime, you should probably find yourself a pack." Surely there was a pack somewhere that would welcome her, and allow her to learn the ropes of survival. The lone wolf life could be hard, living off small prey and fending whatever small catch you got from all manner of thieves looking for a meal they did not have to work for.

He wanted to help her more, but Luke did not know her son, and could not embark on such a wild goose chase, looking for a wolf imprisoned by humans.