The quiet whimper had been barely audible over the noise of the storm and Iorwerth's movements to rescue the child. For that reason, uncertain of the boy's safety, the male continued to work swiftly, not bothering to pause and look to see if Maverick had even heard his calls. It was when the red male arrived at his side to help that Iorwerth realised that the shout must have been heard. The concerned father was quick to call out to the boy and quicker still to join Iorwerth in shifting the pieces of the shed. They continued silently in their work until it seemed they had moved enough for Maverick to lower his head in a gap to help Finiarel to crawl out.
Keeping an eye on the unstable structure and head low in case he needed to grab anything suddenly Iorwerth didn't relax at all until the speckled pup had emerged and was safely at his father's side. With concern he noticed the wound on the boy's leg. "He is wounded. There is a cut on his leg." Iorwerth stated glancing back up to meet Maverick's gaze for a moment and then with that he turned to leave the father and son alone. From what he could see other than the cut and being slightly shaken up the boy was fine, neither of those things was something that he could help with. Perhaps he could be of use somewhere else.
Turning he was faced with Loccian reaching the gathering group. A quick scan of them all suggested for the most part each of them were well enough, though further injuries were found to both Loccian's daughter and the wolf who had commented after him at the last meeting. Neither name Iorwerth knew, though now was hardly the time for introductions. At Loccian's words, the man gave a sharp nod of his head before moving away from the group to go and find any other members of the pack he possibly could.
