Triell and the stranger ran off, leaving Marsh and the two females, and his quiet frustration was clear. Unable to contribute other than acting as guardian, he watched as plants and other substances were exchanged as the two males came back, and something was wrong, but who knew? This wasn't his forté. Marsh would have been of better use marching off to find whoever did it and making them pay.
To his surprise, the female turned to look at him. By her tone, he understood her words to have been a command, but what...? The blank look on his face may have said it all. Though the idea of being bossed about by a stranger raised his hackles somewhat, he at least comprehended that it was probably for the good of Finn.
Clearly lost, Marsh glanced over to Triell, hoping that the wolf who knew him would be able to effectively translate whatever-it-was that had been asked of him.</blockquote>