Soon enough, somebody did arrive, and thankfully, they chose not to immediately attack him. Even so, he lowered his head and tilted his horns a bit forward just in case, feeling the mana within him for the energy of lightning. It was a massive wolf, with - are those metallic? ram horns and equally as metallic spikes all along his back. He looked vaguely familiar, as if Matthias had seen him in a dream, and it somehow gave him a tingling feeling of anger or injustice.
Well, that was weird. He'd never seen this man before in his life.
'Leave the territory of Verdantis at once,' the wolf said, "Okay," Matt obliged, turning the wheels around in a bit of a wild circle as he headed out. He kept the man in his peripherals, turning back and forth every few moments to look at him and look ahead of him, "Look, as you can see, my daughter is sick," he took a chance to turn around and look at Roxanne, "I don't know what's wrong with her. The weather hasn't been kind, and hunting is hard alone," ugh, was he really pleading right now? To a stranger? For a brief moment, Matthias admonished being a father. If he hadn't had her, he wouldn't be in this situation; he'd be perfectly fine on his own. But then he thought about the reason why he did have her, and it made all of his negative feelings go away, with a bit of guilt to boot.
Still, it was enough to make Matthias stop in his tracks. He turned to face the wolf, "I just want to see your leader. I'd like to join Verdantis and get her some help. I was told your Kingdom wasn't one to let those in need remain that way," okay, well, Urna didn't exactly describe it that way, but if doing so could tug at any heartstrings this man had, then it'd be a good thing he said it.