Tiberius
Tiberius listened to Blossom with a smidge of irritation. As she spoke, he sat down amidst the dry stalks of dead grass and lifted his hind leg for a scratch. Something behind his ear had been itching him for quite some time, though he could never tell if it was a sore or a flea. It always stung when he scratched at it, so he was leaning towards the latter. But to go without itching it had been maddening, as what happens when your paws are bound to a chain.
The young Arlyne could hear the uncertainty in his friends voice about her plan, which meant he might have a little bit of wiggle room with her. He cared very much for Blossom, and didn't want to make her do anything that she blatantly felt bad about, like breaking a promise. But did they have to rush out and do it right now? They just got freed from the worst torture of their lives! Sure that voice had told them to hurry, but the Vulcans weren't going anywhere. Tiberius could even see them on the horizon. And the promise at food didn't sway him either. All he ever heard from his parents was that nothing grew in the Vulcans, because life needs water to live. And there certainly was no water in those fire mountains. He decided he would give one more go at convincing his friend to enjoy life for once.
"Oh come on, Feathers," Tiberius began, his tone a bit more conciliatory this time. "The Vulcans ain't goin' anywhere. She never said you had to go talk to her right away. Let's just stay down here and find a lake or something first. I can go fishing and you can find some berries. Then after a few days when we start feeling like free wolves again, then we can go for a hike to those volcanoes and find your friend's friend. Besides, I dunno if I can walk half a day with you smellin' like that" he ended with a grin.