Neverwinter Forest Phantom of borrowed life,

It wasn't necessarily his 'style' to dote on anyone, or to be mindful of the needs and wants of other wolves. So after having paid a visit to Miriam once, and seeing how feeble she was, he figured she probably wasn't his problem. She definitely wasn't his responsibility, either- he'd stopped by with food simply out of obligation. Pack wolves were supposed to take care of one another, though empathy wasn't his forté. He didn't pass by her way again for several days, and hardly gave her a second thought in the time being. 

But he was in the area, and he could smell that she'd at least been out on her feet somewhat recently, so he decided to at least check in and see if she was still alive, or still wasting away slowly. If she wasn't improving, he knew that winter would only make things worse so it was worth his time to visit at least so he might gauge her wellbeing- and fetch Aibreann if necessary. 

So he approached her den cautiously, lowering his head as he neared, and he uttered a soft bark, perking his ears to see if he got a reply.