Cedar Sweep ursine

she pulls her muzzle from the creek and swivels to where the voice came from, his entire approached missed entirely. the boys she sees a beat later is distinct in that he appears, at first glance, to be nothing like the blackfeather children. their coats hold no warmth, but his is a golden shade that she thinks rather reminds her of a sunset. 

"yeah," she replies first, instinctively and truthfully. she regrets it a moment later; no matter how different he looks, she's come to realize that apart from her brother, children her age are not to be trusted and avoided. "n-no. my brother's here too." at least, being with him seemed to keep the blackfeather pups away from harassing her, so it might work here too.