Silvertip Mountain Ring any bells?

Doe's tail waved in confused pleasure at the sight of the man. He was bigger than her, but she felt no fear as he approached - already, she had an innate trust of the beast, despite the fact that she could not recall their meeting. That she knew his face seemed to be enough, and even now, she was remembering warm words and a steady, soothing presence through a long and hungry summer night.

"It's me," she agreed, ears flattening in embarrassment as she tried to remember how they knew each other - he certainly seemed to remember her, but she still struggled to put together their past.

She liked him, though. He'd been kind to her.

"You were kind to me," she said, repeating this sentiment to her companion and hoping he would elaborate on the fact. She knew it only distantly, and not with any concrete evidence to back it up.