The worry was obvious in the other wolf. Whoever this man sad that he was looking for, he cared deeply for him. Being such a large man, a wolf that others could easily find intimidating, he held such a gentle soul, a delicate heart. Respectful, trusting, hopeful and emotional. She smiles, though says nothing out loud on it. It was odd seeing a man such as this, when so many she knew held a harder exterior. The closest man that she could relate to was @
Kerberos, who's personality made it hard to be mad at.
He went on to explain what happened then, admitting how he felt guilty for his friend loosing his way in the first place. It would explain further of his desperado to find him. She reached out her blood stained muzzle, hoping that a touch to his shoulder might ease him. After all, he had nonchalantly filled her with compliments that it was clear he took to her, so hopefully she could help. "Come on, let's get back in the cavern before we get soaked." She spoke at she tipped up her muzzle to the darkened heavens, the threat of rain still rolling with the thunder up above.
She picked up her kill, who this stranger (or maybe he was an ally now?) had not blinked an eye too. Being a traveler, he did not scent at all pressed for food. He was healthy, she'd give him that. Pacing back into the cavern and into the darkness, she settled down against one of fhs various boulders after tossing her prey to the side. She cleared her throat as her front paws slid forward into a lay on the cool rock flooring. "My home in the Drooping Willows is just hours west of here towards the mountains. From there, if you keep the mountains to your right, you will run into a pack called Charred Ash Draw two days up. If you continue, you'll near two more packs before getting to the tundra. It's a vast, desolate place. There, is a pack called Whitestone Monadnock. My sister, Morganna who you met, founded that pack..." She spoke, trying to be as helpful as possible to send this traveler into the right direction. "Between those four packs, if you don't find your friend, at least you will get the word out." It was really the best she could do to help him.
Then, just out of curiosity she asked... "When you find him, will you go back home?" She couldn't help but wonder. Now that she thought about it, perhaps that's what happened to Eskil. He had come here looking for his sister and then all at once he was gone. Served her right taking a liking to the ones always on the move...