Duskfire Glacier take a look around you and get a good whiff

Just in case Ryes location was unclear, he is only a few feet away from the group. Apologies for the lackluster post.

Words alone did not stop the young heir and the only next logical option for Rye in his anger addled mind was to fling her half across a forest but Meerkat beat him to it (or whomever), albeit with less flinging and more gentle removal. While the hotah started reaching for his son a flash of resentment crossed in his eyes and the man aimed it squarely towards the sitter, his hawk eyes half lidded and his brows pursed together. However, she was too occupied with the she-devil to likely notice but on the slim chance she did, his glare of unalloyed disappointment would sharply turn into unbridled hatred. Waves upon waves of undercurrents would skim just below the surface of his glance, a legible warning of repercussions to come. Regardless of his warning being seen or not, the father slyly flashed his canines towards the coach and heiress before he snatched up his son by his scruff and separated themselves from the group. There was little fear of Winter retaliating, even if the larger man did Rye had no qualms fighting for his son.  
Nearby the man tenderly laid the wounded pup across fallen leaves, careful to not further injure his boy but still remained harshly unaware of all sustained wounds. A lump formed in his throat as the full extent of Sikus injuries began revealing themselves, the anger painstakingly faded into obscurity and somehow Rye wished it stayed. Wished it stayed to shield him from the onslaught of emotions that ravaged his brain, scrambled it into disarray and left his medical knowledge to be sundered. All the father managed to do was lap at the blood and dirt that covered his boy, stuck in a trance of uncertainty until he could visually confirm his boy was breathing.