Panther Park twelve seconds, and you're in the wrong booth.

Poor girl, Miyako thought sadly. Younger than herself, this wolf was in shambles regarding the well-being of her loved one.

"Slate gray?" she mused, thinking. "I did run into a gray wolf with bright blue eyes the other day. . ." And he was young, about the age of this girl, but didn't seem lost? Still, it was worth bringing up. "His name was Mouse."

She screwed up her mouth, thinking. "If Mouse isn't who you're looking for, then. . ." Miyako racked her brain, thinking of the possibilities. Deep down, she really was questioning why she was helping this stranger. "Does he have any family nearby? Friends he could have gone to visit?"

Miyako stepped forward a little with a smile. "I'm Miyako. Let me help. I honestly am just wandering and have all the time in the world."