Chan had only been able to wait there in that den for so long. He had no idea how long the child had been without care, and while he wished to know what had happened to it's rightful guardian, he could not risk it's life to do so. As swiftly as could be managed, the almost-father carried the soft-furred bundle back to the lake shore and approached the entrance of Finley and Ryder's den with the nameless youth gently cradled betwixt his jaws.
Chan lowered onto his stomach and crawled the remaining few feet to peer into the den's throat before settling the child down between his outstretched forelimbs. He gave the child a few comforting licks as it mewled, then called out to his friend.
"Fin... ? Um... I, need some help..."