Wapun Meadow imfou

there was soon a darkfurred boy in front of her, a man, almost, handsome but — why did he weep? too late did heda realize he wore the scent of her attacker; hackles leaped and she backed from the other, until she caught another scent on his coat.
"ava?" voice garbling, advancing on the man; "i'm looking for my daughter! have you seen my daughter?" demanded in highstrung crackling breath.