A flying fire wolf isn't, at least, too strange of a concept for a man who once spent a few months criss-crossing the multiverse on a train powered by a giant purple dragon, so when Fern continues Kurt's only thought is concern. Almost absently, he reaches down to pick Hazel up, by now used to the heat against his fur, and carries him over to Fern.

"There are worse ways to find out," he replies gently, his expression fading a little as he remembers the icy winter's night when he and Logan had found Wes' body. The memory brings a shiver of recalled nausea; he backs away from it, and sits down beside Fern instead, knees drawn up and his tail curling neatly around his feet.

"Varian seemed very upset," he continues, scratching behind Hazel's ears. "About.. a lot of things."