Silver Moraine I only deal in absolutes

A requesting lyric feathered at Phoenix' lagging spirits. He picked up his head, curious at the sound, as he debated facing yet another distraction. But since he couldn't decide on anything else, this seemed to be a choice of little consequence; and he was glad just to make his mind up about something. He headed for the source of the call on high alert, his red ears pressed forward, and his nose and tongue tasting the chilled air. It didn't take him long to find the dark she-wolf, nursing a tender forepaw.

Phoenix kept his distance, boofing to her gently as he gave the injured brunet a respectful girth. "Can I help?" he asked kindly, sniffing with interest in her direction.