Just Like You

He often wondered about these woods. Keeping eye on the lonars that passed by, and searching for any predators that sought to roost in its depths. It was too close to home not to, and often enough scavengers had been brave enough to dare his borders. He liked to cut out potential issued at the roots.

Marshal cried a warning above him, and he came-to. Alertness buzzing in his veins as he searched for the unknown that his companion spoke of. He saw her after a time, her reddish tones standing out in the woods. The spreckle of snow across her muzzle only ensured her eyes would pop with color. There was a hint of faint scarring he couldn’t quite see from this distance.

As she approached, it coalesced into a very familiar pattern. The type he saw day to day in the faces of his kids. This was no marking, however, the ridges of scarring were beneath the fur. Her scent seemed… almost familiar. Strangely so, though he could not place a paw on it. She stopped before reaching the point where he would be forced to snarl at her, as through sensing the invisible barrier of what he would allow. “Afternoon.” he returned, raising his head to gain another sniff. No, still a mystery, he couldn’t name the scent. “What brings you to these woods?”