Serach did not enjoy feeling on edge. His life was boring, to be sure, but there was something to be said about security and familiarity. The very idea of potential attackers lurking in the woods near the Bend was more than enough to set him on edge. His runaway pack mate was virtually forgotten in light of this new information. Instead, all the yearling could think about was getting back to Triell and letting him know that they would need to be on their guard in case the stranger's attackers decided to venture further west. Pacing back and forth in the snow, he was barely listening to her anymore - not that she was saying much. She didn't know who had attacked her, only that it had happened further east than where they were now.

The boy stopped pacing, though, as he registered her last words. She had not been alone and she believed that she was still being chased. He stared down at her with his pale yellow eyes. He felt sorry for her, but ultimately, it was not his concern. "I see," he said, his voice a bit less brash than it has been previously. "I'm sorry that's happened to you. I hope your friend was able to find safety." He was naive and inexperienced in many ways, but Serach doubted very much that this friend had been able to get away successfully. It was probably the only reason that Skadi, with her injured leg, had been able to outrun them at all. Good thing for her that winter was coming to an end and she would be able to find enough food to scavenge on for a while. "There's a pack in the foothills of the mountains west of here. Maybe 4 or 5 days travel, probably a little longer with your leg, " he glanced down at the injured limb in question before looking back at her. "They might be able to help you get better. Maybe help you track down your friend if she's made it to Relic Lore." It was the best he could do. He wasn't going to take her back to the Bend, not with the possibility of her presence bringing down the wrath of whoever was chasing her.