Blackfoot Forest It ain't that easy

No worries. 

Had Sorin been in his right mind, he might have heard her soft footfalls behind him, might have caught her scent even before he came upon her. But what one would call a right mind had fled from Sorin long ago. So he continued on, past her hiding place, and for a little ways after she began following. But the whine was unmistakable.

Sorin whipped around, his fangs already bared at whomever dared to stalk him. As he caught sight of her, his aggression instantly melted away, replaced by a look of utter shock. For a moment, a wildly hopeful moment, he mistook her for Liri. 

His eyes lit up for the first time in days, and he moved forward to touch her, to make sure she was real. But as he did so, he took more notice of her figure. A leg which was damaged but not lost, a scarred pelt yet not the same scars which had cut Liri. Most importantly, the scars on her heart were not the same as the women he searched for. 

His ears fell flat, his posture losing its eagerness to be replaced by a despondent heaviness.  His eyes smoldered and then burned out once more. Seeing this woman was a rather cruel blow to the heart. In that moment, he realized what Liri might have felt when she first saw him. He couldn't be certain, having never met her old mate, but he had long suspected that Liri had mistook him for Kavik when they first met. Now, he was on the receiving end. Now he knew what such pain felt like. 

He couldn't be angry at the woman before him though. It was hardly her fault for being somewhat similar in appearance to the soul he sought. So he dragged himself from the pain, if only to explain. "I'm sorry, I thought you were...someone else." The familiar words echoed painfully in his mind. He shot her a small grin, a paltry attempt at easing his own pain. 

"Names Sorin," he whispered briefly, an ear flicking slightly as a bird called from within the trees. He looked down at the stag's leg she had offered, wondering why she was being so charitable. Nonetheless, he moved forward slowly, keeping an eye on her should she prove duplicitous. He laid down by the offering, giving her plenty of room if she wanted to share.