Nimbus Summit ain, yun

Caracal was minding his own business, investigating a strange mushroom he’d come across, when he heard voices nearby. He froze, ears pricking.

“(No clue.) Okay? Need (gibberish) help?” he heard. Without realizing what he was doing, he leaped into action as if summoned by the word “help.”

Help, he said when he bounded onto the scene, has arrived!

His gaze bounced between the strangest she-wolf he’d ever beheld and a girl about his own age with what looked like a bum leg. He made a tsk noise of utmost empathy, scooting toward her with a look on his face that clearly asked, May I look at that?