Everything had been so hectic when Percy returned home, everyone's attention had been on the girl and her scattered memory. Obviously she'd been the priority, it was still hard for the father to take his eyes off the child, even for short periods when he knew others were watching. But things had calmed down, and as happy as he was for simply having his daughter back, there were questions he still wanted answered.

So he decided to start by seeking out the savior, when the dust began to settle. The man was still a large unknown, and Drestig held mixed feelings about him. As thankful as he was that someone had looked after his daughter and eventually brought her back, he couldn't help but be suspicious. No one else knew what had happened, who was to say this Bo character wasn't the one who had hurt her in the first place? Sure the Whitestone pup had described a dark, scarred character, and hadn't recognized the brown wolf. But, recent mutuality aside, the Rye king still didn't honestly trust the Northerners, and this kid had been the same to rough up Adelayde all those months back. Besides, there was no way to be sure it had even been the same wolf to attack both youths. No, he would decide for himself if the stranger was truly to be trusted.

Finding the bole-pelted man, Drestig nodded a silent greeting, speaking in a low and not unfriendly voice: "BoJoack, can we talk for a bit?" Suspicious yes, but civil; Gotta follow my own lessons… And he still wasn't forgetting, that it was this guy who, in the end, through whatever roundabout way, had brought his daughter home.