Firestone Hot Springs weary traveler, broken spirit

Yes, it'll be great! :)

The wolfess seemed timid and frightened the moment she spotted him, her small body cowering. Kieran took a slight step back, trying to ease her worries by giving a short wag of his ginger tail. Her attempts, then, at appearing threatening were fruitless - even her tail could not reach the desired height, he assumed because of the cold. She seemed very cold indeed. The one word she spoke, in a voice so distantly familiar, made his ears turn toward her but where he recognised the sound he still did not know. Who was she?

The meaning of the word was a pointless thing, he pondered, for he had already stopped in his tracks. The yearling tilted his head ever so slightly, forest gaze curious yet respectful of the fact she was clearly in distress with his presence. He had been about to speak up again but the audible crack that seemed to come from her ankle made his head raise instantly, ears flattening against his head for a moment. Then forward again they came and he wore a startled, worried expression. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to.... are you... are you okay?" But still he remained where he was, caught between rushing forward to help her, or continuing to accept that she did not feel comfortable with him close.