Nord was no stranger to loss. Arguably everyone he had ever developed a bond with was gone, and for a very long time that had been crippling. Death was a strange thing. Still it seemed to be a fairytale when he thought of how he would never see his pack again or the old wolf who had taken care of him. Though it had been years, sometimes in the dim light of morning, before he had fully awoken, the lanky wolf could almost hear the voices of his family outside of his den. It was so stupid and childish to pretend like that, but it helped- especially when the weather grew cold and the nights grew long and lonely.

He hadn't meant to sound so forceful, but something about seeing another in pain stirred a feeling deep inside of him, comparable to the feeling a mother would feel towards their pup. A desire to protect and shield. Perhaps he could not fix this wolf's brokenness, but Nord could help him find his way at the very least.

Nord's ocean blue eyes settled on the other's two-toned eyes, his kind expression faltering slightly as he saw the look in the other's eyes. He wasn't afraid, there was no way that this brute could attack him, but in order for Nord to help he would have to accept said help. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't force it. He continued to stare at the wolf, his head cocked slightly. And then, all at once, the anger was gone. Nord was faced with a broken shell of a wolf who could barely stand. Perhaps his physical injuries weren't great, but there was something below the surface that was utterly wrecked.

The boy gave a small sigh at the defeated answer, his tail giving a small flick. Nord scanned the surrounding area, looking for something that could help. There was a tree a little ways away from the river, uprooted slightly, creating a space beneath the roots that would be relatively warm and free of snow. "Do you see that tree over there?" Nord said quietly, angling his head towards the tree. "You can lay b-beneath the roots, it'll be warmer. I can help you over then find you something to eat, to help you get your strength back."

Nord sidestepped closer to the brute, unsure if his touch would be appreciated. Well, if the other wanted to lean against him, he could. The lanky creature led the way to the tree, offering his shoulder should the stranger need it. "I'm Nord, by the way. M-May I ask your name? he said, aiming to make his voice as quiet and calming as possible.

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