Dragoncrest Cliffs make a wish when your childhood dies

the sylph heard the weak call only faintly, and her ears stood on end, obviously unnerved. she places it after only a moment as belong to a wolf, however, and approached cautiously the sound, finding it to lead beyond the borders. her here step became more cautious still, and yet the figure she layed eyes upon was familiar.  "oh,"  she moved near, poking carefully at the semi-strange wolf as her bi-coloured gaze picked out rapidly the injuries that marred the white pelt. she paused, howling once for @Portia, for her mother was certainly more experienced with injuries like these. "can you walk? a little further?"  the words come carefully, for he doesn't seem to have any terrible wounds thought ought to permit him from moving - and he made it all the way here already, surely.