Chimera Fields she asked me how to be funny, but that's not something you can teach

The rustling within the grass could have easily been mistaken for the wind had he not also felt the footsteps shake the earth. One eye cracks open. Uhm, a lift of his head, a swivel, and then he lands upon the stranger.
Frail, smokey, and seemingly unaware of his own surroundings. Just his luck.
You need help there, dude? he calls out with a flick of an ear, a concerned knit to his eyebrows. He is gentle in his movements as though not to scare him. You don't look so good, buddy.