i can feel it on my chest

A familiar scent had caught her nose, causing her eyes to narrow with concern. It stank like bog-boy (who was a man, and always seemed to show up at the most inconvenient times, like that time he left her stranded as a baby). She snorted the mingling scents of flora and fauna away and lifted her head to the breeze, focusing on those familiar unpleasant notes that defined bad memories. Hana and the way Sparrow was so sad when she left. The trauma of the younger pirates being born in the middle of a brawl, being marooned on that tiny speck of fucking sand... She stomped with purpose towards the offending scent, lifting her head high in defiance and allowing her mottled coat to stand on end. There was too much grief at the plunder with the passing of Pyralis for her to allow him to upset the pirate king more.

But the wolf that she saw wasn't the one the Sparrow had traded ear tips with and she paused for a moment, tipping her antlered head ever so slightly. He didn't seem that far in age from herself, and holding his scent against him made about as much sense as any other wolf attacking her for her affiliation with the pirates. "Yer a long way from home, aren't ya?"