It took a breif second for him to comprehend the fact of what he said. Once he did, he froze, lifting his head up. He let out a soft growl, his ears back in angst. He felt panic blooming in his chest, his whiskers quivering. He couldn't protect her, he couldn't keep her safe. He had just done more harm then good. The fire began to die down, simmering down until it was simply smoking, leaving behind a large blackened area on the ground. 

He slowly moved toward the women holding Enna, whimpering softly. His head was drooped towards the ground, his body stance completely changed from how it was before hand. He whimpered softly, looking at the women again. [I]Please, don't take her. Take me, I don't care what you would do to me, just don't take her, please.[/I] His ears were back slightly, once again a low whine escaping his throat. [@Arista]