Steve's eyebrows go up, but he's seen aliens before, and he'll cope. And won't stare. Probably. Maybe.

Stop staring, Rogers.

"Hey there," he says warmly. "How're you two doing today? Can you tell me what happened?"

He goes down on one knee, hands hovering over the injury. Won't touch just yet, not without permission from either wolf or human. (Is she human? Is the wolf sentient? SO MANY QUESTIONS.)