Emberwood right here is where my friends they used to live

And so the land lie southwest.

With a solemn nod, the pelt contrated male looked down at the whelp, a new respect sparking in his vivid and usually harsh blue gaze.
This pup followed orders as well as he could, knowing his life was on the line.
Respect.

"Are you able to stand, or would you need assistance? I do not mind carrying you, but strength must return to your limbs part way through the trip."

In truth, the roman desired to teach the youth to be able to be strong while he was weak, to carry on until the last dying breath left his lungs, but Lucius remembered that this pup was not from his own homelands, the rule of a tyrant who only lived for himself, feeding off of the brutalities of others.
This pup was free of such torment. Of such a horrid past.

Lucius knew fully well he could carry the pup until his neck snapped, and it was against the will of Mercury for him to let the pup starve to death, so whether the chocolate hued child could or not, Luc was willing to assist the pup all the way there.