Razzul Whisperpaw
The green and white wolf listened to the injured fox closely, taking in every detail. It interested him that the fox had been in the Forte mudslide, which was at least a two day journey from Foresta, and was washed up this far away. Of course he could have walked, but with a hurt leg and loss of so much blood it was questionable for him to be able to walk. Either the mudslide was worse than the Chief had expected it to be or he was lying about his injuries. Both options were troubling to Razzul.
Although the Chief wasn't entirely convinced of the fox's story, he still felt like he should help the poor creature. After all he was still a fellow animal. Razzul took a step closer. "I am sorry for your struggles, Mr. Fox, but are you sure that you can handle that all by yourself? Your injuries look grotesque, however, they don't look like a challenge for me to heal." The wolf said in a concerned tone. The scent of blood was still heavy in the air, making Razzul feel antsy, something his calm, peaceful personality prevented. Something about blood seemed to bring back horrid memories of his childhood. The most dominate of memories was when his family was murdered. The mere thought of it sent a shiver down his spine. You have other matters to attend to. Don't think about such things now. He coached himself not wanting to loss his cool while someone was hurt.
While taking what the fox had said and replaying it in his head again, it occurred to him that the fox could have been one of the missing from the mudslide. The fox could have family worrying about him at this very moment. It was unjust just to leave the fox out here if he refused to be healed so why not take him back to Forte? "Excuse me Mr. Fox, but if you don't mind me asking, do you live in Forte? I was about to head over there myself to help with the survivors. If you live there you could come with us or you could rest in Foresta if you preferred."