Wapun Meadow before it all becomes the same old song

He stops when he feels eyes on him, immediately self-conscious as he looks up. He's never liked being stared at; it always meant something bad back at home. Yet when his gaze lands on the circling yearling, he finds the boy looks as unsettled as he feels. He doesn't pay enough attention to his own appearance to note the similarities, though it occurs to him in passing that the boy looks a bit like Delilah. Um, He starts a little too quietly, then pauses as he realizes how he must look right now. Ragged fur, bloody muzzle, metallic scent hanging in the air around him. His tongue swipes over the blood stains in vain, and he tries again. Something wrong?