Lone Star Mountain Misstep Into Misfortune

Attempting to use his tongue to quell the strain, Zephyr was busy licking his ankle when the female padded up to him. His apple eyes searched her grey and brown frame for any sign of agression, but only could find the worry of a stranger. Smiling shyly, the brute gave a nod of greeting before shrugging his shoulders in answer. 
 
                  "Got a little turned around, twisted my ankle pretty good, but I'm well."

He cast his eyes around them, making sure he didn't miss the approach of another, but it seemed they were in fact alone.