Razzul Whisperpaw
Location: Foresta
Although Razzul sort of understood the fox’s belief in healing with time he was also confused how the fox could refuse being healed when he was injured so severely. Any animal who had lost as much blood as he had would have been urgently seeking medical attention. However, there were a group of Wanderer’s who, when injured, believed that Mother Nature had intended them to be injured. It was this group’s custom to not use medical treatment of any kind in order to endure their ‘punishment’ from the great mother. This group of extremist Wanderers usually lived far from civilization in order to remove themselves from the other Wanderer’s (who were seen as ‘threats to the old ways’) so it was very rare to come across one of them. Even the Chief had not seen very many of these animals in his years as leader. It occurred to Razzul that maybe this fox could be one of them. Feeling that he may have upset the fox for asking if he wanted to be healed, the wolf accepted the fox’s decision; he would not heal him.
The fox explained that he was only on business when he was swept away in the recent mudslide. The Chief thought it was unfortunate that he was involved in the disaster while he was only trying to do his job, whatever that may be. Since the fox wasn’t from Forte it would have been an inconvenience for the fox if the wolf was to bring him along with him. He certainly couldn’t try to return the fox to his home, even though he wanted to. For all he knew the fox could be living in Ancora, a city on the other side of Lake Cratere. No matter what Razzul needed to reach Forte to help the animals affected by the disaster.
Relieved that the fox was taking his advice about resting in Foresta before he moved on, the wolf nodded. “I am happy to hear that. It would be unwise for you to continue your way though these forests in your condition.”He paused as if deep in thought. “There is a wonderful little lodge that I know will be able to care for you while your wounds heal. I believe that you will be quite comfortable there. They have the most excellent herbal tea, I have it every morning.” The Chief’s eyes glistened with happy memories when he was just a pup. He used to always go there with his father on errands. The wolf frowned sadly at the memory of his father. He missed him dearly. A small butterfly fluttered across the wolf’s vision and snapped him back to reality. Both Amir and the fox were waiting for him to continue. He cleared his throat in an attempt to make it feel less awkward. “Well, if you would follow me Mr. Fox. Do you need any help walking? Also what is your name? I feel rather impolite not asking for your name earlier.”