Bard had reverted once more to humming, tail hanging loose and relaxed as he continued on, but his humming ceased completely as sound and scent both hit him at once. Ears swiveled, head moved toward it, but before he could focus or even begin to process it, something bounced off his shoulder, sending him staggering sideways. "Whoa there, cail?n," he laughed, for he could see now that the cannonball that had nearly sent him flying was indeed a young female wolf, "Where are ye off tae in such a hurry then?"
He moved over to offer her help politely, all the while sending a swift clinical gaze over her form. "Ye aren't hurt now, are ye?" he inquired with concern. She looked like she may have been crying at some point, though whether the injury was physical or emotional he could not say. The first he could fix, the second... well.