His digging hadn't turned up much in the way of answers. With no homeland to be tied to Coran set his ways back to wandering, his feet eventually leading him back up north where he'd first encountered the spires. The sun still blazed red, the air humming with an energy he didn't understand. Coran scooted between the spires and a pack territory, working his way northward. As he neared another pack border at the base of a great mountain his buzzard flew back to him, noting a suspicious carcass as well as a wolf that seemed unwell. Uh oh… that didn't sound good.
Coran quickly followed the trail of the strange wolf with his buzzard guiding him until he came to a small gathering of wolves. A set of them seemed focused on each other but his eyes soon rested on a lovely woman who was addressing a tawny wolf who looked terrible. His belly was swollen and distended and he seemed to weak to pay them much heed.
Coran gently, and meekly, moved forward so as to not further agitate the pack wolves. He crouched down near the tawny wolf, speaking softly. "Was it something you ate? Or are you in need of food?" The buzzard had mentioned a carcass, if it was foul perhaps it had caused this wolf to be sick. That said he had seen starving wolves with pot bellies. If he recalled it was something about fluid retention and edema. But he wasn't a healer. He hadn't the faintest idea how to treat the poor wolf and looked to the colorful woman to see if she had an idea what to do.
Cooperative
