Cerulean Cape transcendentalism

Something attacked Weetzie from out of nowhere! He crouched down and took a few steps backwards with his ears flat, hackles raised, and tail puffed up. He bared his teeth as he searched frantically for an escape route from the large, scruffy grizzly bear that loomed before him.

After a few seconds, he realized that the grizzly bear was in fact a wolf, and that the wolf had not attacked him but merely bumped into him. He mentally scolded himself for not paying attention to his surroundings. He relaxed his posture, once again standing normally and letting his fur settle. He let his tail hang behind him and raised his ears slightly. Immediately after the wolf apologized, he responded in his characteristic flat, monotone voice, “No harm done. I apologize as well, I should have been more attentive to my surroundings.”

He considered himself fortunate that the wolf was not hostile, but he was still uneasy about the thought of socializing with another stranger. He wasn’t sure what was considered polite, but he thought he should inquire about the wolf’s well-being. He fidgeted slightly as he asked, “Are you unharmed as well?”