Flycatcher Downs Ring ring, the bartender please?

hope you don't mind little old me

It seemed that it was his lot in life these days to find damsels in distress. Well, damsels and Xan, who happened to be a pretty enough sight to look upon as well. The downs were a sparse, dry land. There was no water here, nor much in the way of food. It was here that he found the woman, collapsed. He did not see her go down, but he saw her crumpled form in the distance and went to investigate. Sriracha drew near, as he had with the last injured wolf he came upon, and spoke gently. Señorita? Hello? Please, let me be two for two. Please, please tell me you're not dead. If she bore any resemblance to any wolf he knew, he did not see it. He was more concerned with her distressed state than her physical appearance. And besides, he wasn't always the most attentive wolf.