Bearclaw Valley catamount

It wasn't the pale man that came to find him, but the opposite: a tawny coated girl. At first he almost missed her as she blend in well with the shadows, but she made herself known boldly, and carried herself in a way that made him rethink his presence. It seemed as if the man he'd encountered before had succeeded in forming himself a family. Larus couldn't help the small flare of seasonal jealousy that arose in his chest although it faded swiftly.

She watched him and crept closer, and with her greeting he whisked his tail as a friendly gesture and tried to look less intimidating. He wasn't sure if his size was what made her nervous or just his presence, but he hoped to alleviate that. Hello, he called out, I don't mean to intrude. Do you live here?