[Prompto rubs the back of his head, almost feeling bad now. He might have spooked her, or gone into her territory or something. If it's a den she's protecting, then he'll feel even worse. Though, he was going to leave. Not that the bear understood that, though...]

There is a lot going on around here. Those daemons coming out of those rifts, people wandering around... we might not be the first people who've run into her.

[Well at least she had the sense to run, and no one had to die.

Prompto looks down at the dog and smiles, reaching out his hand, palm up, towards him.]

Thanks for swooping in. Thought I was goner there for a second.