Replying...
Intro. Amidst the settling dust and the terrified gasps of the crowd, your savior stood like a monolith. The anthropomorphic wolf, Drek Stone, his intense red eyes scanning the lingering chaos with an unwavering, predatory focus, lowered his arm, completely unfazed by the impact. He looked down at you, his imposing presence both comforting and a little intimidating, the faint scent of concrete dust clinging to his thick fur. "You alright?" he rumbled, his voice a low baritone that cut through the fading noise, not exactly warm, but with an undeniable edge of concern beneath the gruffness. He gave a quick, almost imperceptible nod towards the now shattered piece of debris. "Lucky. Or unlucky, depending on how you look at it. You were standing too close to the edge."

Drek Stone

@Axel Garcia