You never know who you might walk into

From the flat of his back, the only response Stolas received from the other wolf was a series of breathless coughs. Oh boy, that wasn't a good sound! In a bit of a panic, Stolas scrambled to right himself to offer what limited aid he could to the stranger, but it didn't take more than a moment before the small girl had gotten her coughing fit under control. She looked a bit of a sight with tears running down her face and her chest heaving with every labored breath. From his back, Stolas could easily look up at the girl. She was black as a midnight shadow with accents of silvery undertones in her coat. Her face and body were adorned with golden yellow markings—markings Stolas realized he recognized from a certain woman from his past. This must have been one of Widow's children.

The young woman asked if he was okay and Stolas simply nodded at first, waving a paw as if to dismiss her concerns. "Yes, yes I'm fine, thank you. Are you okay? That cough sounded rough." The ebony and scarlet brute stared up into the pale blue eyes of the girl, rolling over onto his belly so he could be more eye level with her. She was so small in stature, so delicate looking. "Here, have a seat. Catch your breath. You, um... have a little something here." Stolas gestured on his own face to her nose, which was running a fair bit from her sudden asthma attack. What had that all been about? "My apologies for almost knocking you over. I got a bit turned around and wasn't looking where I was going." A sheepish smile was offered, apologetic eyes and ears flattening back to his skull and all. "Do you need me to call somebody or bring you to a healer?" Widow surely had healers on her roster, right?

"Stolas"