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He smiled in quiet response to her gratitude, feeling that there really wasn't anything she owed him in terms of appreciation. He truly cared about how she felt- and wanted her to find her son so that he would be safe, and so that she would be happy again. It seemed to him as though Miriam had been through more than enough stress lately- the least that life could do would be to cut her a break, and bring her boy home. And if there was any way that he could be the one to do it...Then it would be life cutting him a break, too. 

"To the Weald?" He asked, to clarify. It would take some time to travel out that way- but now that his ribs had healed over the past month and a half, he was much more fit for travel, and had been roving further and further from the pack's borders every time he ran into a friendly wolf who wanted a bit of protection and company. He wondered if they might be passing up an opportunity in checking out the Heartwood- but then again...Any wolf would know the difference between a forest of evergreens, and a forest of deciduous trees. Had Asmoses indeed wandered to the treeline of the Heartwood, he would've likely recognized the fact that the trees were much different than the ones that protected his homeland.