Found at last

Exploration

I've been wandering the forest for some time, not knowing where to go next. It's not like it really mattered anyways. Every so often my mind would batt around the question "Which way to go, this way or that?" Gripping onto the leather of my backpack straps, I bite my lip, the quick rhythm of my feet come to a stop. I throw my head up and look at the bright sun through the trees, shading my vibrant green eyes with my hand. Breathing in the fresh air, I decide to head westward. Looking forward, I release the straps of my checkered black and white backpack and continue to stride forward. I walk through a thinning of trees seeing a river up ahead. A squirrel scampers across my path. Wind tosses the leaves, making a calming 'woosh' sound. My body relaxes, enjoying the sounds of nature. I continue walking as my black sock gets snagged on a branch. As I look down and unsnag my sock, I feel the presence of someone or something pass by not to far in front of me, beyond the river. I slowly get up, gripping onto the sleeves of my white crewneck sweatshirt, staring across the river into the overgrown forest. I notice a glimpse of something silver that appeared to be limping. I near closer and recognise a human outline of a boy. I jump gracefully over the huge rocks in the calm river in curiosity. They say that curiosity killed the cat, but what if this time, it would save the cat?
I bound into the flourishing side of the forest and hear a thud against the hard earth to my left. It's now dark so I only caught a flash of silver that caught my eye as I noticed a boy. He was about the same age as me, it matched the figure I saw not too long ago across the river. Running towards him I notice that the bruises from his face and forearms reflected off the moon light. I avoid tree roots, snares of fallen branches and scattered rocks. Standing not five feet from the boy, I notice his breathing is hard. His dark clothes torn, which looks like those of wolf marks or marks from the tree branches. The silver of his ancient cloak was now splattered with crimson. Glancing up at me he smiles, as though he recognises me, a scar of blood running down his brow. I instantly kneel right next to him and hold him up in my arms. "Don't worry, you will be okay, you're lucky you ran into a medic." Opening my bag with one hand, I get out the gauze and purified water, then begin my work hastily. Wincing at his wounds covering his whole body, he speaks but his voice trembles, "I know you'll take good care of me, Saline. I'm so glad I finally found you."
"Wait, how do you know my name?"