Kintla Flatlands poor unfortunate souls

"My name is Kove," he said. "It must be hard not knowing where your family members are..."
His tail seized it's movements at the thought of his own family, or rather his adoptive family, and their whereabouts. Kove knew he wouldn't see his siblings though. They had all agreed to travel their separate ways long ago. He had at least had some sort of closure, a sort of knowledge of his family and where they were going. Imagining what this she-wolf, who he had assumed had not had the pleasure of parting from her family willingly, was going through was something he was unable to do.
"I'm not quite sure where the plateau is, or even where we are now," he admitted, hoping that it wouldn't change her response to his offer to help. "But I do know that we will find them. When someone is searching, they eventually find what, or who, they're looking for when the time is right." His tail wagged again slightly as he spoke.