Firefly Glen Should I call right away?

This didn't bode well to him. Most things didn't. A rogue puppy not related to him was especially not his forte. Too much death, and the grief it left behind, speared him right into pessimism. The weather was just another insult to an already open, angry wound.

But, Keyni didn't object in the face of his brusqueness, leaving him silently thankful, but too in need of actually figuring this out to dwell on it. It let him get a little better look at the young one somewhere therein, and Antares took a deep breath to collect what he had left. She looked pretty rough. Tired, too. Definitely not fit for the wintertime wilds.

He hmm-ed his first, small reply, then looked back to Keyni, ultimately agreeing. Though, he couldn't say he liked it much. No one needs to be out in this, he relented, trying not to sound so.. miserable. Little one, what is your name? Where are your parents? he asked, watching her then as he tested for a potentially sore subject. We all need to get to someplace cozier so we can help, he said, flicking that glance between them both to make sure they would all agree with that next course of action; he was still working on the rest.