So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

Sen blinked, head jerking up at the sound of a voice. Instantly on guard, he spread his legs and stared down the threat. Pushing weight onto his injury in an attempt to hide his weakness. He began to peel his gums past his teeth, the go-lucky wolf on edge these last few weeks. And… the ball of snow was half his size. Eyes as soft as a field of lavenders disarmed him.

He blinked a few times, relaxing his stance. Lifting his weight off his forepaw with a barely concealed grimace. “Oh, uh… sorry.” He said, a little embarrassed. He looked down at his leg, which was bleeding even more heavily now. “Shucks.” he grunted, yanking on the tattered bandage with his teeth in an attempt to tighten it over the wound. “Had a run in with a nasty jaguar” he explained. ‘Cause he wasn’t no whimp or anything.

"Senryū Cavaliere-Klein"