Sun Mote Copse i know you

The figure that emerged from the trees was neither Wraen nor Towhee- he was a broad and handsome young man, swathed in warm honey-golds and chestnut browns, just a touch younger than herself. Blink once. Blink twice. There was something about him- and he seemed to speak her thoughts aloud, in a voice that was much deeper than the last time she'd heard it. 

Perhaps... you certainly are familiar, dear... Her face contorts in deep thought as she gazes at him quietly for a moment, perhaps not realizing the awkwardness of it. But soon her chocolate eyes brighten with the sudden realization, and her jaw nearly drops to the floor at the same time. No longer was Bronco a teenaged boy in the stage of awkward growth- he had practically become a man now, much more adult-looking with a taller and sturdier build. She secretly blushed at the thought of how much things had changed. We do know eachother! Bronco- er, um, Mister Bronco. It's Chanel- we hunted together before. She clarified with a pleasant smile, tail wagging joyfully behind her.