Cerulean Cape i won't go down by myself, but i'll go down with my friends

Moorhen was already shaking her head in the negative; she did not know any wolf named Aphrodite, nor had she seen anyone fitting her description. But then another wolf was approaching them — quickly enough to cause the shewolf to prickle, but with enough deference that this was all she did.

The other male's news evoked an uncomfortable squirming in Moorhen's belly. Kidnapped did not sound like an enviable position to be in. It had nothing to do with her, but she knew at once that she would have to involve herself, lest some harm come to the poor girl due to her own inaction.

"Show," she insisted, looking between the two men. "We will rescue."