Fairspell Meadow you could set fire

Potema wasn't sure what was urged her to offer refuge to this wolf. Perhaps it was that same need that pushed her to snatch up or push out whatever children she could. Perhaps it was pity. No, it wasn't that. Deep inside she knew that she was going to use him in one way or another; it was simply a part of her nature. But there was...something that panged her whenever she took a good look at him: young, starving, lost, alone. She had to take him in. Not even to be a Brother. Just to nurse him to health.

She didn't flinch as he crawled forward to sniff her pelt. Instead she lifted her head over his to sniff briefly at his neck. She didn't recognize any pack scent.

There, She pointed with her nose north-and-west to where Blackfeather Woods lay, a dark smudge in the distance. Do you wish to come with me? He hadn't answered her question from before, at least not definitively. She wouldn't take him there unless she had verbal confirmation from him.