Nightcrawler
As he entered his home range, Nightcrawler was still thinking hard about how to break the trap that Drac was stuck in. It couldn't be dug up, and it easily defied the awsome strength of the wolves' jaws. And try as they had, none of them could figure out the mechagnism that opened those steely teeth that had such a horrible grip on the youngsters leg. All they could do now was comfort him until something was thought up.
On Dusty's orders, Night had Fyre held carefully in his jaws, bringing to pup back to the safety of the packlands, and away from the drama at the Ridges. The black wolf set Fyre down at the bottom of a knoll, surrounded by dwarf cedars. "We'll find some way to help your brother, don't worry." Night said to make the youngster feel better. But a horrible dread was in his heart; this was how Kivo had gotten nearly captured once, and how Tornado's brother had gotten killed, and his mate nearly mate the same fate.
Joscelin
The steely male had split up his siblings, sending them far and wide, and now he had come here, looking for more help.
But the sight of Nightcrawler with one of Dusty's pups in tow stopped him, brought him to approach the black male, voice soft. What ails thee, Nightcrawler? You look about how I feel. Is all the pack in trouble, these days?
It was a gentle voice, but twinged with the sorrow and knowledge he had gained by being the most serious of Karai's offspring. Of all of them, he knew the worst of the world, and just how dangerous things were getting. And now... now Karai was missing, and Joscelin... was very worried.
Fyre
Fyre, with his ears spayed to the sides, looked torn between emotions. He was still consumed by fear and confusion over what was happening to his brother, and felt completely helpless to do anything for him. And at the same time, he wanted to protect the smaller Drac from harm, and find a way to free him. That's why, when Night set him down, the youngster suddenly bolted away, running as fast as he possibly could in an attempt to return to Drac.