Sun Mote Copse if we bump into each other

a small, but stern, bark interrupted her thoughts. corinna was pulled from her forward motions and forced to turn and look at a child who stood behind her, puffed up like a little brown pinecone. a gentle smile spread across her features, which were pointed and angular. corinna was not of a soft appearance herself, no, she was sharp. as long and full as her tail was, the rest of her might as well have been carved by stone. her colors, however, softened her edge. 

"my name is corinna, and i am walking," said corinna in a steady voice, her ringed tail giving a single way, "do you have a claim to this wood?" probably, but not officially. corinna would never pass over a territory with a well-kept scent marker...