Wolf of the mist

Her eyes would open and she would speak, a relief to the young Persian Prince since he knew very little about natural healing. That was deemed as the role of a she-wolf or a wife and so the tawny warrior had never taken the time to research plants and herbs and their properties. If Soul had been that desperate and in need of help then he would have had to carry her to the nearest packlands seeking assistance - and right now the packs were something he would rather avoid.

He believed her when he stated she was fine, not believing that a woman would ever lie to a male wolf (who he saw as being more important by the way he was raised). When a forest was mentioned his ears curiously cupped outwards to the side of his skull. Eyes of jade green squinting slightly trying to think about what forest she might be looking for. "We are in the Flatlands, there are no forests nearby..." He explained not wishing to dishearten her. Any journey was going to be a long one to reach any forest in this park. "I've found two forests West of here. One is sparse and full of many different trees all losing their leaves. The other is a spruce forest that is owned by a pack." At least that is what his nose had told him when he got close, Altair did not yet know which pack it was. As for the East of the park - he had not yet traveled there.