Dante shrugged and looked back to the soaked kidlette stuck on the rocks before striding closer and examining the wall face looking for foot and handholds to get himself up on. It wasn't that he was scared of the moose, he just had better things to worry about.

He was lean and strong, powers or not, and the black and white haired man made surprisingly short work of the rock face, bearing his teeth at the demand of grip that threatened to be slick from the rain. Blue eyes darted down to Logan as he came up beside the terrified creature.

"YOU READY? HERE SHE COMES!" Dante scooped the kid off the rock and swiftly against his chest, holding steady for a half second before pitching the kid towards Logan. His grip slipped a little but was easily recovered once his left hand was free.