Bramblepoint you are not the butterfly i expected

Tagging just for the reference ~

There wasn't much around here, which was somewhat vexing. The most she could get out of this was a good run but Fern wasn't accustomed to failure; she would find something to bring to Neasa, even if it was itty-bitty. Just as she came upon a game trail leading through a thick patch of brambles, she heard something from behind her and redirected her path so that she came around a small copse and, as a result, was facing the oncoming stranger.

Her ears shot forwards atop her head, and she look him over - sizing him up and determining his threat level in one fell swoop, much like a police officer might stare-down a potential criminal. She took a breath - ready to ream him out for ruining a perfectly good (well, lame,) hunt - when she caught a scent upon his pelt that instantaneously reversed her mood.

Who are you? She more or less commanded, drifting close to his position as if personal space wasn't a thing. Do you live nearby? Fern asked next without giving him any chance to respond to her first statement, eager for answers. Of course she could've been more charming about it; maybe introducing herself first or mentioning Finley would get his attention just as well? But that wasn't the scent she recognized. She could've sworn this guy had been hanging around @Colt at some point, which was a person she hadn't expected to run in to all the way out here.