Something Else

When the small woman greeted him, it quickly became apparent that something was off about her. Her smile was not full like he'd expected. Her voice was strained. As she explained her situation and what had happened to her, it became obvious to him that she was in pain.
He wasn't the best at putting two and two together, so it was only when she mentioned her run-in with the cactus that he focused in closer on her, noticing the many thorns littering her coat. His brows pulled together in a concerned manner, wondering if he could help her at all.

"Oh, you poor girl," he spoke softly, looking her over as he examined the prickly thorns, "How did you manage this? You ought to be more careful."
His tone was lightly scolding, but most of all he was just worried about her well-being. She may have been a stranger to him, but that didn't mean he couldn't care. He'd never really been in this position before - in fact, he was usually the one getting rescued - but now that he thought he might be able to help out, he was more than willing.

"Do you want me to have a look at them?" he asked gently, tilting his head as his dark ears folded back, "Maybe I can get them out. At the very least, let me help you home" He didn't know where she was from, but he wasn't just going to bid her adieu and wish her luck. He had to make sure she got home safely, either with him at her side every limping step of the way, or by taking every last thorn out of her so she could move with ease once more.