Blackfoot Forest that's steel

ridgeback, typical rain upon the parades of others, happens to notice the woman. it was a chance — the brush of a spindly tree branch against its neighbor that initially draws the ranger's eye as he walks past. only then, with keen visioned honed by years of training, does he notice her. naturally, her shape stands out of place by the pond, among the trees ...as surely as his own does. a chuff is given only after his steps halt, fiery orange gaze peering over the foliage at her.