Wolf of the mist

Her wounds were a little concerned as the tawny Persian glanced over her body again, however finding himself admiring the blood. The red stains were a tribute to his god Ahura. Maybe this was a sign that he was meant to assist Soul, to help her find the pack she was seeking. It certainly did not appear as though she would last much longer as a lone wolf - she needed a pack in her condition.

"There are two packs in the East that I have found, let us go there." He had still yet to discover the pack names and the creed in which their would abide - but visiting their borders was a good start. "Are you well enough to walk with me?" Wondering if she even had the strength to stand. Altair at this point would take to his paws moving into a stance at his own full tall and slim height.