Idalie wasn't accustomed to all of this travel, but that was the least of her concerns. She was the only one of the group who was entirely unhurt, save for some raw paw pads, and so she would not complain. Instead, she tended to stay near the puppy, lending a listening ear and a playmate when the girl felt good enough to do so. There was a fierce protectiveness in her and it flared in the presence of this wounded child, in spite of the fact she was hardly all that much younger than Idalie herself.

Tyra pressed to her side and Idalie nosed at a soft ear, eagerly letting the pup into her space. Khyan remained on her other side, eclipsing her with his form as Amon howled for the attention of the strange pack.

Idalie shifted so that she was blocking most of the view Tyra from whoever approached, flanks expanding and narrowing with shallow breaths, blue-gold eyes trying to peek around Khyan to gauge threats. Idalie couldn't fight well, but she would certainly try if she needed to. Mistrust made her feel like a live wire, about to spark.

But she remained quiet where she had stationed herself, bumping her cheek lightly against Khyan's shoulder but not extricating herself from Tyra's side.

She tried not to think of her parents.