Wyth was groggy, and very worried about his girl.  He hadn't been able to keep the men from grabbing her.  One kept him on the long stick, and the other grabbed her, and then they'd turned to run.  He'd managed to jump after them, scoring a killing blow on the one, but he was too weak to get the other.

When Ethan removed the dart from his shoulder it helped some, as did time, but Wyth needed to find his girl /now/.  She was in trouble and it was his job to keep her safe and look after her.  Ethan ran off, and the moorcat managed to drag himself slowly after.  He wavered on his feet when he finally reached the man again, who'd run into the others they were travelling with.  Good.  More hunters meant more help for his girl.

A sudden person right in his face made him jerk backwards, nearly falling over again.  The man his girl didn't like.  She wasn't around, so he just watched Zander warily, though he snarled a warning when the man grabbed his paw.  He wasn't in the mood for playing.  The man seemed to be trying to do something, however, and he looked earnest about it.

The giant feline didn't really understand what the healer was doing.  Not until the heaviness left his limbs and the fog cleared from his head did it make sense.  And the man was being unpleasantly rough about it, so Wyth put his teeth into the man's arm -- not enough to do any damage, but enough to get his attention.  That got him a yell, and the cat's ears went back.  Stupid man, yelling at him when he wasn't the one doing the hurting!  The change in tone indicated the man realized his mistake.  Better.  Maybe the kit wasn't beyond training.  Wyth hoped that was the case.  People-kittens were frustratingly hard to train, but it would be better for his girl if she and this man would get along.

Once Zander was on his feet, the moorcat moved close and brushed against the man's side.  Of course, Wyth was a large cat, and a brush from him carried considerable weight behind it.  Then he looked at the group, hoping one of them would have some idea where they could look for his girl.  He would have difficulty retracing the route to where she'd been taken, and tracking wasn't really one of his skills.