Herbalists' Cache Heaven's most adorable angel

Porcupine Ridge doesn’t ring a bell but the boy keeps going and finally says a name he does know. His ears perk, alert on his head, and his eyes widen a little in surprise. He doesn’t know the range of packs in the area but he doubts many have popped up nearby where Capri had taken her own. It turns out to be the same one and he nods, slowly, but leaves any indication of recognition past his surprise away. 

The wolf could take a message back to his friend but he bites his tongue against it, shaking it free from his mind, for a moment.

“What are you doing so far from home?” he asks, raising a brow once he’s shaken off the feelings enough to redirect his focus to something else. The wolf isn’t terribly close to the maplewood but he’d been headed in that direction, away from his own territory.