Porcupine Ridge All my life, I was never there

What had been rambunctious and carefree play had quickly turned to clumsiness, flitting pain and uncertainty. Her companion collided with her, caught just as unawares as she had been, and ‘oomphing’ lightly as Farstep crashed in to her.
 
As the tawny male jerked away, his entire form melting to uncertainty and apology, Capri herself managed to twist her slender form, aiming to get back upon her four paws. Her own ears slid back in understanding, her tail swaying gently through the air as she made to close the distance between the two, her muzzle chuffing softly at his cheek in reassurance that the entire situation had been no more than an accident and neither remained hurt.
 
Rather than continue their bout of play, the swarthy female would attempt to look over her pack mate, her nose quivering as she sniffed him briefly – both to know him better, and to determine that he was physically alright after their crash. "Are you okay? What's your name?" Not yet realizing her pack mate was mute, her concerned eyes would continue to study him.