Silence hung awkwardly between Alder and Trent, but luckily only for a short moment until another appeared. Trent turned to look at him, and nodded in brief acknowledgement, although he was mostly ignored in favour of panic. Alder was quick to dish out commands, and Trent gladly followed, coming into motion and looking around for what ropes he could find. Trent didn't know the stables as well as he would've liked, but he'd just have to see what he could find right now, with no time to ask Alder or ponder where to look; everywhere would do just fine.
Trent began to look around, glad to be away from everyone else for a bit. The coywolf searched around and managed to find some rope from all of the places he'd looked -- closets, stables, the ground, every dusty corner he could find -- and ended up with one really long bit, two decent-sized pieces (but, he reckoned, probably enough to put around a horse's head or something like that, if that's what they were for) and four small pieces that he didn't think would do much good.
With the gathered rope hung around his right shoulder, Trent started to get back to where Alder was blocking the wall; as he arrived, Alder had finished barricading, and Trent waited for further instruction.