twisted and terrified

"No, I think I'll be ok," he said with a small smile. There was little else the fox could do for him. He had to check on his companions, and he knew his battered body would simply need time to mend itself. Even the gash on his head, so long as it did not become infected.

Before he could answer the fox's next question, he had to take a moment to think. He was not entirely sure what was meant by a place that was not too violent, but he assumed the small canine simply wanted a quiet place to live where he would not be bothered by wolves or other predators. Though the wolves claimed territories for their homes, they also wandered the neutral areas, and so Luke was not sure what to suggest.

"Hmm," he hummed. Then it hit him. "Oh! In the mountains, to the northeast of here, there's a valley. It's forested with a nice stream in it. It seemed like a quiet, sheltered place to me. Maybe there?" Northstar Vale. The white wolf did not know the name, but he had been there, and thought it a lovely place.