Tiberius
Frantic and somewhat paranoid that his legs would never take him fast enough to escape, Tiberius bounded over the sticks, rocks, and brambles that covered the forest floor. Dashing through they rays of sunlight that broke through the leaves overhead and checkered the leafy ground, the young wolf never thought to look behind him to see if they were actually being chased. All he knew was that Blossom had bolted, and that she never did that without a good reason. Well...usually.
Leaping upon a particularly large boulder, he stopped to catch his breath, and was relieved to see that he had Blossom had chosen precisely the same area to rest. Feeling the moisture on the shaded boulder, his quick inspection rewarded him with the discovery of a crevice were a small trickle of water had collected from the morning dew, and he lapped in up greedily between breaths. The crevice only really holding two or three good gulps, Tiberius looked up to his friend and did what he did best. "Who are those wolves? Did they attack you? Are they still coming after us? I think we went in the opposite direction of our camp...are you okay?" Tiberius fired off, his stress being relieved more from simply talking than actually getting answers to his questions.