Whitefish River Talk about backseat fishing

Her heart fluttered. He did remember her! Oh how silly she had been to think he wouldn't have! She took a small step towards him, but paused once, mindful of the white female nearby. She didn't want to offend her in case they were in the middle of something. Once she got the cue that Liri didn't mind, or was preoccupied in enjoying her fishy meal, Chai bounded forward to meet Evergreen happily.

He even smelled the same, just like before. Rich and earthy. "It's...it's so good to see you!" She chirped, bumping up under his chin and against his chest. Her mannerisms were entirely innocent and playful. Nothing suggestive or flirtatious. That was Chai for ya - when she trusted someone wholly, she did not hold back in her warm affection when greeting them, male or female. 

Her eyes had lit up with a smile to match, though it faltered slightly. The waving of her tail, which had been so violent as to stir up the hairs along her rump, slowed a fraction. "Well you see....that is a bit of a long story." A small lump started to form in her throat, which she pushed back down. The memory of Shadewood and her misguidance still troubled her. "You see, shortly after we parted ways, this fellow and I teamed up. He spoke highly of a fledgling pack, to the west..." She was careful not to mention Shadewood's name. "And well...it just wasn't all that it was made out to be..." She said with a little squint, looking to the side, at the ground. It went so much deeper than that, but Chai wasn't sure if she could afford to discuss the details. For the sake of her safety.