Out there in the silence

The red and white She-Wolf made it clear she knew the Orchard which made him feel relief. He was good with navigating the lands due to his nearly constant exploring but he wasn't any sort of master. He'd have to do a lot of guessing mixed with some memorization to get her much further then that. But, he also didn't want a seemingly injured babe wandering the soulless forest or anywhere else for that matter alone. He did know that there was river that bordered the Orchard and the pack that claimed those weird structures. Would she be able to swim? Or maybe she'd find a safe place to cross. Plague decided not to worry too much for now.

Plague was glad to hear she wasn't too hurt. He witnessed the bending of her knee and he offered a small nod. "I am glad, though if you are in too much pain I can get help from a healer." Lucerita or Iolarie would help a Wolf in need if he asked them to. But, he also didn't want to call them all that way if it was indeed just a twisted ankle.

After introductions it fell quiet. Plague was not good at talking, especially to pretty girls. Since becoming a yearling he felt as though he was aware of his admiration for beautiful Wolves but he didn't really care to do anything about it. Nor did he know how. Thankfully he wasn't too awkward, just hushed with slight nerves. It helped that the spotted fae asked him a question which he answered promptly with pride. "Directly south, actually. In a pack called Ashen. We hold hold a lot of territory in the south with our Armada." Maybe the rogue had heard of the pack before. "Are you from around here?" He assumed she wasn't a resident of the forest but she clearly knew of the Orchard so that was something at least.