Wolf of the mist

Roaming over the Kintla Flatland's his gait was steady covering a good amount of ground each day, scouting had become quite a profound hobby. He would not settle or rest until he had mapped the entire park in his head, that was his quest. Yet every now and then there seemed to be the occasional distraction and today was no different. It was the scent of what seemed to be another lone wolf, a female, ahead. On the plains it was easy to catch a glimpse of the she-wolf and then he made his approach out of curiosity.

It was only as the tawny beast begun to slow his pace easing over toward the right hand side of Soul that he discovered how ill her health seemed to be. Exhaustion or hunger perhaps? Lone wolves were prone to those kind of aliments. "Hello? Are you alright?" He asked, still etching closer to her side with small steps.