Otter Creek song of the merrows

The wolf fled quickly to the water and brought up her own defense. Closer now, he could tell that this was not the wolf he had anticipated, but a doppelganger of his own pack mate. The wag within his tail faltered as he lifted himself back up to all fours and slowly shifted his form from play to neutrality. "You're not..." he started, eying her a little more closely now. "Apologies. I thought you were someone else."

With a better look, he realized this female was quite a bit younger than wolf he'd mistaken her for. From behind, it was easy to confuse the two. Straight on, he was noticing a few differences. Her face was younger. The dusting on her nose was different. Though curious, there was far more innocence in her eyes than that of the spunky female he'd thought he'd finally gotten the upper hand on sneaking up on. It seemed as though he were wrong.

"You don't happen to have an older, sassier sister do you?" he asked. He realized he knew nothing of Echelon's past. It didn't much matter to him except now he was face to face with a wolf who, despite their age difference, could practically be her twin. It was a curious situation... and now, so was he.