Out there in the silence

Plague wanted to help her pluck the leaves from her fur but he figured that'd be taken a many of wrong ways. Thus, he remained still and allowed those forest green eyes to watch rather expressionless at this point. Lips formed a line of neutrality but within he was concerned for her well being. Despite his hard exterior he did have a heart even if it was fragmented into tiny shards. He was relieved when she said she was fine which caused his lips to form a slight grin. Sometimes the boy had to remind himself to not be so blank.

Their eyes connected and he couldn't help but to feel his cheeks burn slightly. Thankfully a blanket of ebony and alabaster fur covered the blushing skin. Getting out of the pack lands has exposed Plague to the anxieties of interacting with beautiful Wolves. Thankfully he was able to distract himself with her explanation and the question that followed. West. Plague thought over his mental mapping of the surrounding lands and knew the Orchard was directly west of the Forest they were in. But, there was also a pack very close to that area. "I can help. We will have to head towards the Orchard to avoid the pack bordering this forest."

Plague looked around and towards the sky to determine where the sun was. After sussing out which direction was approximately west he flicked a glance towards the fae with a raised brow. "This way." A pause. "Are you able to walk on that leg?" Plague looked her leg over before remembering his manners. "I am Plague, by the way."