Doom Patrol

He could hear something moving and suddenly grew nervous. Who was that? Was it the voice? Was it something else? The fur all over his body rose just in time for someone, or something to collide with him. Words followed soon after and he sighed, thankful that it seemed to be a real wolf and not some figment of his imagination or some kind of obvious monster. Although, for all he knew, he was.

"I guess so." He answered back, "Are you okay?" He asked shortly after. Whoever she was, she felt much smaller and so he couldn't help but wonder if she had fallen after running into him even though he didn't budge.

"Speech."