Whoops, wrong door

Emile could not have told you how he got up to the third floor of the living quarters of the castle, it was a place he largely avoided, more so than the other largely trafficked areas of the pack lands. He didn't go up here because her room was up here. Emile still did everything in his power to avoid running into her and so he would go out of his way to avoid being in a wing she was likely to return to. And yet somehow in the fugue of his mind, he'd managed to wander his way up to the hallways. Emile's heart hammered in his chest and he swallowed hard, spinning on his toes to turn around to try and power-walk his way back to a lower floor when he heard a door creak, whether by the wind or a wolf leaving their room he could not have said, but panic surged through his body. Emile pushed his way through the closest door, it didn't smell of Bowen and so he simply pushed his way inside, heart hammering in his chest. He spun around to face the door and listen for paw steps passing by the door.

And it was only a moment later, panting and his body ridgid, that he realized the room he'd shoved his way into in a panic was occupied. Slowly the young man turned, to set green gaze, his right eye ringed in his still fresh scars, on whoever he'd just intruded upon.

"Emile"