Cavan

Cavan returned to the Ruins and padded towards the little 'lean-too' that he had discovered on an earlier trip here. A jump of stone slates piled against eachother in an effective, three-sided 'hut'. Cavan sat down abruptly once more, to knock the child off his back. "Alright, Rousseau. Go in there, it'll be warmer. " Of course, he didn't expect the young child to understand him, so Cavan grabbed at her shirt with his fangs and began to tug her into the little shelter.

Niavo

After a while, Niavo trotted in, carrying a long, thick coat in his jaws. It was a touch big for Rousseau, but it would serve well to keep her warm. It didn't take the hybrid long to come across the scent of Cavan and the child, and he soon found them. Dropping the coat next to the kid, Niavo sat back on his lean haunches. "I think this should work well enough. But dang... we still need some food for her. You wanna go out this time? I'll see that Rousseau gets this skin on." Niavo suggested, referring to the coat as a 'skin'.

Rousseau

She smiled widely and giggled, clasping her grubby paws together. Reaching forward, the little girl grabbed the coat and pulled it over her head, wriggling her arms through the thick sleeves and crouching down so that the bottom of the coat covered her legs and feet as well.

Cavan

Cavan smirked as he watched Rousseau put the coat on, "Instinct? Or common human sense..." The wolf shook his head and looked to Niavo, adressing the question that was giving to him, "Sure, you can watch the kid for now. I'll hopefully be back soon." Glancing once at the child, Cavan turned and headed away.

Niavo

"Good luck." Niavo bayed his friend, then turned to Rousseau, "Come on, pup. I smell another on the air. Should we see what they might think of us?" The hybrid knelt and nudged the child roughly, then turned and trotted towards Sangre and Cera. He glanced back once and gave a low, short bark, "Follow me!"