Accidental Visitor

The blue-colored young girl continued to walk through the forested area, ignorant of her disrespect and blatant disregard for the territory markers the pack in this area had gone through the troubles of laying down though she could scent each of them as she went. She was oblivious as well to the frantically racing chipmunk behind her, desperately trying to get her attention from the worst angle possible. Her ears, useless and unfocused, turned to either side at odd angles in her inattention, her brown eyes still focused upon the path she wound with her nose still close to the earth.

It took a figure situating himself directly in her path to finally get her to realize something was up. The second her brown eyes alighted on the steel grey wolf, the whole of her attention focused upon him, even her incessant wandering steps finally coming to a rest as she stared. Who was this? Obviously he had already seen her; his odd gaze, a color that she could not distinguish at this distance, very pointedly looked back at her, though everything about him seemed to radiate calm. Not entirely understanding just yet, Serene smiled with a wag of her tail and moved closer.

Only to stop as Rhys came between them and waved his arms maddeningly to finally get her attention. "Stop, stop!" the little winded chipmunk begged, and to his great relief the young girl did, leaning her head to the side with that typical curious look she tended to give him. With great relief, Rhys was delighted to no longer be chasing her down - he really was getting tired of it. But there was still the matter of the wolf who had spotted her.

A bit anxiously, the chipmunk turned in place and regarded the male through a pair of beady, weary eyes. He seemed nice enough, had not even been angry or offended - at least not apparently so - by Serene's trespassing. Maybe they still had a chance? "She's not familiar with borders," he volunteered in place of his charge, always willing and ready to speak up on her behalf. The poor girl was clueless; someone had to. Wringing his claws, he added, "She's a bit..." He paused, glancing at the girl who smiled down at him with her tail wagging and wondering how he could explain without demeaning her. "A bit ignorant." He seemed unsatisfied with his word choice, but it was the most accurate. He only hoped it would be enough to excuse her behavior and not get either of them in trouble.