Nimbus Summit ain, yun

Bless you, Caracal said when the older she-wolf made a sound that was surely a sneeze. Nice to meet you, he added with a tip of his chin when she repeated one of the words he’d overheard earlier: Imaq. He was 62% sure that was her name, although that number jumped to about 87% when she gestured at herself. He smiled.

Turning back to his peer, he wondered about her name but focused on what she was saying. That’s how I rolled mine, he murmured sympathetically, staring at her injured ankle, and the pain levels sound about right. He looked up, catching her eye now and smiling softly. But sounds like you’re in good hands, at least! Not counting him, that meant she had three caretakers already!

Feeling rather redundant and scratching at one over-sized ear, he said, Well, is there anything I can do for you? Anything you need, Ms…?