Haunted Wood When I was a young boy

Fear....panic....
That's what he felt. His heart was racing and he had a pit in his stomach, a heavy sharp feeling that grew with every breath. Vanity's blood trailed toward her den with the scent of a feline, the combination had him picturing her belly sliced open on the den floor with her pups.

No...No...No

Eyes wide he rushed the mouth of the woman's den, not announcing himself before standing there looking about close to tears before seeing she was there and alive. Messed up but alive. He sucked in a breath and held it for a moment, staring at her and then releasing it feeling his fur burn hot with embarrasment. "I...I smelled the blood. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come in like that" his voice started shaky and steadied out, slowly returning to the tone that held itself at about room temperature warmth for everyone. Stepping back quickly till he was outside he ducked his head "You should let me take care of you...I mean the wounds" he awkwardly said trying to sound firm about it like he was going to force medical care on her but it came out more like a concerned plea, silver eyes looking at her with the vulnerable concern of a child who'd just thought she was possibly dead or dying moments before.