Blackfeather Woods Do you think it's to late for me?

He marched towards her, head tilted. There was something he recognized. He couldn't put his paw on it though. Eyes from another source latched onto him, making him look for them. A distraction from the offending woman.
A form in the shadows had him backing away from Padma. Did they hear him shouting and come to help their friend?

Rowan swung himself around, keeping both in his view. The faint scents drifting from the new stranger were not that of the woman's. In fact, he remembered what her scent was.
"Corona," he blurted, hoping to find an ally in the woman now. He hadn't met her before now so he couldn't be blamed for having angst and defending a territory close to home from a stranger.
It wasn't like he didn't ask questions first.

His eyes danced between the two, wondering what was going to happen.