This young vixen, the fiery little darling who had creamy colored eyes. She was blind. That meant she couldn't see him, she had no idea what he looked like. She had no idea if he was going to hurt her or help her. His heart went out for the little princess, his eyes warming with a bit of admiration for her. She almost seemed ready to fight him if she had too. Phil wasn't here for a fight, no not at all. He was here on a journey and he just managed to stumble across her. And he was ready to jump at the chance to help such a girl out. Sure, she was just a pup. He was a young adult. But if he managed to help her out of her sticky situation, he might just earn a new companion. He needed company, he would go crazy on his own. He figured that with Ploutos away from him, a new friend would do.

"Does it look like I need help?! Maybe, oh I don’t know, MAYBE I just like to be STUCK ALL THE TIME!”

Taken aback by the rising temper of this little pup, he took a step back. Melos was now contemplating helping her. If she was to raise her voice, what was he doing standing and offering his help? She now didn't seem to want it. He was about to back away, but her small voice spoke again.

"Could you please help me…"

He watched her then seem to freeze up, her creamy eyes becoming clouded. He knew this look, she was thinking about a time in her past. However it obviously wasn't good. She began crying, she had tears running down her face. This tore at his heart strings. She looked so sweet, so alone, so small. He wanted to curl up around her and hold her. Not as a fatherly figure, but simply as a friend. He resisted the urge of doing so as he barely knew her.

"Please help me… I can’t see…"

"Of course I can help you," He said, a gentle tone shining in his voice. Carefully he leaned forward and gently grabbing her by her loose scruff. He pulled her up out of the rocks and placed her beside himself, taking a deep breath. He then nudged her a bit, a purr rising from him.

"Are you alright now?" He asked carefully, nosing her to try and find any injuries on her body. He didn't find any fresh ones, but he was still worried. "Come on, we can go to my makeshift den. Then you can tell me why you were up here all alone," He said softly.

Philomelos carefully nosed her to her feet and pressed against her, making sure he walked slow enough. When the reached his den, his long legs stretched out as he laid his slim body on the ground. "Lets start with your name. Who are you?" he chuckled softly. His eyes locked on her, his cranium tilting slightly to the right.