Everett
Everett was distraught, and while he was certainly letting out mournful growls, he wasn't sniveling.
"Look, my liege," Jana said carefully, "I understand that you are still grieving over what happened to your family. While it is good that you cared so much about them, you must move on. If we don't get out of here, you'll just end up sharing the same fate as them, and what good will that do your country? If you want to defeat Lord Corvus and establish justice in this land, you have to keep going. I've seen people who've given up, lying in puddles of their own piss... and that cannot happen to you, Everett. You must move on."
He growled softly, resisting the urge to shrug her paw off. It wouldn't do to shrug such a small wolf off, especially one who was helping him.
"So here is where my train ticket as run off to then." The cutting voice broke through Everett's grief and it made him turn to see the owner of the voice.
The feline was not even half the size of Everett.
This was the Cheetah's Master?
"Mister Kosovo!" The Cheetah exclaimed.
Or not.
"You have gotten far, and picked up an accomplice, but we need to keep going. Your highness, will you move? You will move with us, or will be moved by the mob, it is your choice," the stern Leopard spoke.
Everett let out a small cough and ducked his head, just as he abruptly moved away from the Wolf. He took a step toward the Clouded Leopard and with gaze cast down upon the smaller feline, he nodded, "I will go with you. Though I hope you, Tradesbeast, will not lead me to my enemies."