Swiftcurrent Creek lost in space

His call was met not with sound, but with action. The blur of red that came for him condensed in to a wolf-shape in mere seconds, and Larus watched this stranger keenly while keeping himself as relaxed as possible. They were young - maybe a year old, maybe a little older - and they did not strike him down immediately, which gave him hope. There was an agitated aura about the red-furred stranger that made Larus wary and also, strangely, a familiarity. The creature looked like someone he vaguely remembered — but like most memories lately, it was evaporating before he could get a fix on it. No, he didn't know this stranger.

But they were giving him the benefit of the doubt, or so it seemed. Larus could do very little to make himself small or meek, being such a stalwart fellow himself, but he wagged the tip of his tail and re-tucked it, and lowered his head so that it was level with his shoulders and crooned another of those notes. It felt most natural to behave this way rather than speaking - but to be clear, he took a breath and said, I'm sorry, I did not mean to come this far -- you must live here. I -- I can leave.