Of course I can. Brock said, his voice gruff and cross to Torshael and Roxy. He didn't know about the other two. That was HIS human they were taking away, and he didn't intend for them to whisk him off without his support. He sat on the ground just outside the ambulance, figuring it was just easier for someone to grab him than to try to find purchase on the slick surface of the ambulance's bumper. And I wouldn't mind a hand up, if someone could. This was directed just to Roxy. He ignored the "little guy" comment as best he could. My name is Brock, if you don't mind, Roxy.
Torshael looked nervously down at the back of the ambulance, he didn't want Brock to be left behind. What if that hunter came back? Brock was another weakness for Torshael to bear, even if his familiar made him stronger. If Brock was killed, Torshael most likely was too.