He had figured something like this would happen, at least a blockage to prevent ease of escape. The turtle, not so much. But at least he was either in Summer Court lands, or very near the boundary to them of the neutral zone between the two courts.<br/><br/>He swam down, and rested near the turtle, and used a spell to touch its mind, a mental equivalent of a polite cough to get its attention, rather than rudely making demands.