Moonspear as the wind guides your paws

It wouldn't be the child's father or any relative that he'd find, but the healer that loved a little girl fiercely. It was with surprise and irritation both he followed the bitter scent of blood and pain. 

And his path led him to a stray about. Alaric met him with sage green eyes. Though he iffered his trademark amile. Hiding the worry beneath a rogues face.

You look like you could use a healer mate.