The sudden emergence of another wolf from within the trees momentarily sees the young boys calls for assistance cut short, emerald eyes rolling to rest upon the female as he still dangled helplessly from the jaws of his abductor, young mind rapidly attempting to understand whether or not this new female was yet another threat to himself, a friend of the abductor and perhaps a potential member of a network of puppy thieves or else someone come to his own aid. Had she heard his calls above the rain and thunder? He struggles briefly once more, the awkward hold Everlast has over him, however, resulting in no more than further bruising to add to his already damaged scruff as a tiny growl of dissatisfaction finds its way to his golden lips. The words of the other female however, readily distract his attention. She was asking what was going on, surely not a friend of his captor then, emerald eyes growing rapidly wide at this chance for escape as it presented itself.

“This is not my Mother! She just grabbed me and started running and I shouted at her to put me down and she wouldn’t. You, madam, are witnessing a kidnapping in action I’ll have you know and if you could liberate me I would appreciate it.”

His vocabulary is….stunning for a child not yet a year of age and yet what could be expected from a child of Pan? The golden boy all tipped in chocolate brown allowing his gaze to fall upon the gypsy female once more, one eye lifting slightly in evident anticipation of her help as the rain continues to pour down, some droplets managing to get through the trees and fall upon him still, the larger puppy glaring briefly towards his attacker once more. He was, perhaps, far more afraid then he let on, his voice having held the slightest shake to its tone and yet he refused to show it to much, refused to allow them to see the nervous fear that dug at him at the possibility his captor may well have killed him else taken him so far away he may never have found his way back to his siblings and parents. Maybe this female had taken Sila too? The thought exists for barely a moment longer before he shakes it from his mind, golden form still dangling, wet and dirtied from her jaws as he looks to his would-be saviour once more.

“I am Rhett, son of Pan, Hand to the Queen of Spirane and Niviaq the healer. This is not my Mother- I promise you that. So do something….please.”