Alice wasted no time. She closed her eyes again to listen for the cry only to pull Celty in a certain direction. As they got closer, the cry for help got louder. While she heard the cry for help, clear as a bell, Celty was likely to only hear whining from that of a puppy.

For indeed it was a puppy, whining and "calling out" as he tried to the best of his ability to get out of a massive mud puddle. The poor thing sounded exhausted, every time it tried to lift itself up, it merely collapsed.

"OH YOU POOR THING!"