When Fenru called for them, Marsh's ears perked just the same as the little puppy he was casually watching over. Ensuring that Kisla was safe - Corinna and Indru were doubtless nearby, he could abandon his post for a moment - the larger wolf trotted quietly behind Rihael, privately amused by and proud of the oldest boy's instincts to aid his brother.
Lagging a few seconds behind, Marsh had time to hear Rihael's question, but arrived on the scene too quickly to hear any official answer. A name would have been pointless, anyway, and by the size of the foreign pup, it was unlikely he would be able to provide his parents' names or pack location. It was fortunate that Marsh had encountered a Grizzly Hollow pack wolf before, otherwise he would have never recognised the scent of the new boy.
This was entertainingly familiar. It was like Borlla all over again, except she had been a little bigger, he was sure. Rather than take command of the situation - the Swift River pups probably knew him better as a silent guardian more than as a dominating force, though he had physically reprimanded them on occasion - Marsh came to stand behind Rihael, watching the foreign pup with interest, though he made sure to keep his stance unimposing. He wanted the child talk to continue; he found their conversations very easy to follow, and no doubt this poor lost lad would be able to express himself easier to his fellow infants. Marsh had a vague idea of where the pack was, based on Vlarindara's directions, and would happily perform a lost-and-found service when required.</blockquote>