Sunspire Mountains fox fire

Keyni had waited, trying to anticipate what sort of reaction she'd get out of this lonesome fellow. She knew all too well, that not every wolf she crossed paths with was going to be friendly. She was prepared to move on, if that turned out to be the case here.

What she saw instead, was a lowering of his head, a flicker of the tail and an attempt at vocalization, resulting only in silence. Her brows pinched together softly. Looking at him, with a missing eye and how he huddled with labored breaths, she wanted to feel compassionate. Tail raising into a lofty, friendly wag she sauntered closer, inching her head down in a friendly manner. Her muzzle reached out, her nose aimed directly at the peculiar black collar around his neck, sniffing cautiously. Then her eyes landed on his heaving sides. Surely the thin mountain air was giving him trouble. "Breathe...don't think. Inhale, deeply...slowly." She took one such measured breath, seating herself beside him. "It's a form of breathing exercises I learned for just such conditions, way up here."