Twisted Slough hair metal on a japanese boombox

The girl was returning to her Family, her tail high, objects carried in her mouth -- with difficulty -- and across her back. She'd seen a form upon her return so decided to quickly stash her items, she didn't want to run into one of her Family and ruin the surprise.
Afterward, she returned to the place she spotted the form, hoping to surprise whoever it was.
The youth picked through the mud, half frozen in the winter.

This place seemed to constrict life, the trees wardens that seemed to enjoy spelling death. Autumn and spring could easily spell death here, with the rains and all. She made a note not to come here without someone else. She'd surely sink and drown.
Phex chuffed, alarm starting to set in seeing a form slumped in the mud. She almost recognised the shock of autumn fur, stirring something in her mind.
The placing, no. Not that Southern woman she'd met once, so so long ago.
Phex took a leap to the next frozen clump of mud to realise it wasn't, too feminine. Pettitte. Not that hulking female. She almost sighed relief before realised that this person was still in the fucking mud.
Get a grip Phex.

"Hello, can you hear me?" She called, stepping closer. She reached out, they were living, breath still passed into the form. She carefully took the scruff of the other and tugged, ready to snap her head back should they swing upon her with teeth and anger.
They didn't look too well, though.
She should call for someone, perhaps @Morgan. She suspected the man would be better suited for a rescue mission; Cry would be far too busy.