Otter Creek what is dead may never die

It was as Atshen was reaching down to deposit the creature onto the borders of Blackfeather Woods that a voice caught his attention. His ears perked and he remembered the voice from somewhere, but he did not turn until the rabbit laid upon the frost-bitten ground. 

Turning from the hare, Atshen quickly recognized the girl from the lake and he growled as her scent washed over him. There were many questions that he had for her, namely what she was doing over here, but instead, instinct kicked in, and he felt tense at her presence. Cupping his ears forward, Atshen growled, realizing this child was all too close to his borders, and he voiced his concern at this, "You're too close to my pack." His words were a rumble within the depths of his throat.