Sunspire Mountains but in all chaos, there is calculation

The fates were whispering to him again, their voices prying at his attention. Nagging whispers in his mind that he was alone and he could afford to find his favorite plant and escape without being caught, commune with the spirits and perhaps find someone who would allow him to experience pleasures of the flesh. Jimson weed.....the damned thing had been in his every day life for so long before leaving the gypsy band that he was pretty sure his blood was made of the stuff. In fact every time he went long enough without it he became physically ill and slowly more mentally unhinged, he was absolutely certain by this point that it did have something to do with his blood and being reliant on it for some reason. Today was a better day than others, perhaps the notion he'd have it soon had placated his body for the time being. Navigating carefully up the foothills so as not to slip his gold speckled eyes focused straight ahead until there was sudden ruckus and the ram came into view it's hooves sliding on the loose rocks. At first he didn't see the wolf close on it's trails as he set to go for it himself but the flash of red fur moving in quickly had him pause and turn, watching her approach warily and then without a word backtracking and adjusting his path to try and help corral the beast back toward her, swinging his head toward her to give her questioning glances to gauge her reaction to his assistance.