No one noticed the small sulkuhna making his way through the city. There was nothing spectacular different about him, although he was a slight bit smaller than the average kuhna. He had been the runt of the litter, and had remained small his whole life.
He seemed to be intentionally trying to avoid all attention - he walked with his head down, not looking anyone in the eye. In fact, he seemed slightly...upset. His tail was drooping, and every once in a while you could hear his muttering something about "They never wanted me," or "You wouldn't even think I'm their son the way they act."
His head down, he didn't see the odd-colored female kuhna in front of him. He ran right into her, nearly knocking her off of her feet. Luckily, he had moving at a slow pace, dragging his feet, and was didn't hit her too hard, and he was quickly able to reach out and steady her before she fell.
"Oh, dear, I'm terribly sorry. Are you alright?"