Sleepy Fox Hollow potage.

She watched the rodent with a bored expression at first, but the more it chattered and harassed her from above, the more sour she became. Something moved behind her and Stryx turned in an effort to keep her wits sharp, get a look at whatever it was while trying not to lose the squirrel.
The shape of a wolf seemed to materialize on the fringe of her vision and as it collected beside her she grew apprehensive. There was a scent carried on the stranger's coat that she recognized - but it did not make sense to her at the same time. Her mind flashed briefly to memories of Praimfaya bleeding on the edge of a forest.

A higher shriek from the squirrel brought her back to the present, and Stryx shimmied out of the way of the dropped acorn just in time, although she nearly hit the other wolf. The sound of the object hitting the top of his head seemed louder, sharper, than it out to be. The squirrel is gone; the man is smiling, and Stryx is frowning.

Let me take a look at that, she commands brusquely, going in to physician mode immediately. She's trying to get a better view of the crown of his head but he's a little taller than her, and it is a struggle. That was a decent shot. Are you dizzy? Any double vision...? She looked at him eye-to-eye as she got to this stage of the diagnoses and swayed slightly, trying to gauge his pupillary response.