Tiberius
A mild flick on his rump was all Tiberius felt before a tirade of Blossom arrived to inspect every fiber of his being. He hadn't been sure how to handle his friend's sudden burst of violence, but like most of his problems it seemed to kind of work out. Well, apart from the rather hard brushdown she was giving him.
Almost as soon as she had appeared, Feathers was bounding away, over to converse with the strange wolf. Tiberius cocked his head (this time the other way) at the wolf's strange behavior. It was bizarre going from the cruel strangers at the prison to this...wimpy foreigner. Not that Tiberius was anything special in the strength department, but at least his emotional state exceed that of a wet piece of kelp!
"Wes ain't doin' no tricks, sir. We's just tryin' to get across your volcano. Its been a long way without wata', and standin' 'ear talkin' is just dryin' me out. You knows where we can gets some?" Tiberius said, trying to switch this stranger's energy into a more productive angle. The young Arlyne was genuinely parched, but he still wanted to get this show on the road. The sooner Feather did her thing up here, the sooner they could return to the valley. Nothing sounded better than lying down in a nice cool stream.