Blackfeather Woods and what price will you pay?

Rowan thought this man's face looked sunken and weathered. Likely from the illness, but perhaps something a bit more. That wasn't for now, though. He wanted to help get him better first so he might survive, then live.
He didn't seem very wary, just tired.
He pursed his lips before talking.

"I'm Rowan Blackfeather, this is Ivory Rose."
He wouldn't be shunned, shamed, or shunted into hiding who he was, what this place was. Especially on his doorstep. If he didn't like it, Rowan guessed he could just...go die? But the Blackfeather boy wouldn't be that callous.
He'd just patch him up and send him away.

"I can help you if you want." If the man were unconscious, Rowan wouldn't hesitate. But unconscious wolves couldn't bite.