Dawnlark Plains Take me higher, where blind men see

As the open air was replaced by the overbearing canopy, Hush stopped, gently nudging the blind wolf to the roots of one tree which were gnarled and curled in an almost nest like form. He didn't know what to do know. The scent of a pack was faint, and unfamiliar when he did smell it. Heda would not accept this wolf; he just knew. But to just leave him here? It was unethical at best, cruel at worst. What to do...