Sun Mote Copse i know you

There was something about the blushing shade of rose along her cheeks, and the promising glint of gold in her eyes that drew his gaze and like her, he leaned forward, ignoring social protocol as some sense of familiary drew them toward one another like magnets. As soon as she spoke, his ears flicked back, and then forward again, and a memory finally hit him. He'd gazed at her, nose-to-nose before, when they had played a greusome game of tug-o-war with a pine marten they'd chased down. "Oh that's right!" He exclaimed, simultaneously remembering her and interrupting her as she recalled his name. He laughed, and dipped into a play bow before he bounced from one side to another, before he straightened, his posture playful and friendly. 

"Chanel!" He said, almost at the same moment that she spoke her name to him. "Hah! I knew it! I remember you!" He said, moving forward to touch his nose to hers in a greeting meant for friends and acquaintances, not strangers. He realized with some guilt, that she hadn't occupied his thoughts enough for him to have recognized her the moment he'd heard her call- but he definitely remembered her now...Though he was amazed at how he hadn't kept her on his mind; she was beautiful. "You're back, huh?" He asked, then. From what he knew, the Firebirds were a pack which did not tie its members down- and should their friends choose to travel, Wildfire had set in place the ideal that wanderers would be welcomed back, so long as they left on good terms.