The description of his trauma sounded like fainting, but no wolf she had ever heard of had reported waking up far away from the place they'd fallen; those who blacked out long enough to travel any sort of real distance were not the same when the came to; if they managed to at all. Honey eyes shifted uneasily over the stranger's body. Raela didn't feel anything odd from him; he spoke and carried himself normally, and was visibly pained by the event. Even so, if the rest of his pack had experienced the same, there was less reason to believe the boy was lying or delirious in some way, but she remained cautious. What creature would be compelled to move an entire pack over such a distance, and alive as well?
Raela's eyes had drifted from his face, absently searching the ground for answers. None of this felt right, but why should it? The Queen refrained from joining the youth and seating herself, instead choosing to look warily over at him once more. "I don't know... what would do that to you," she spoke slowly, her tone rising in confusion. "I've never heard of such a thing..." Another thought shoved itself to the front of her brain with more urgency. "Where are the others? ...Are they alright?" She was compelled to ask, not just for curiosity's sake but also for the safety of her family. If another pack was in the area, displaced and disoriented as they were she still needed to know. And on top of things, the woman's caring nature demanded that she know if the newcomers needed help; even if she wasn't entirely sure that these wolves or their story could be trusted.