Emberwood i'm not your problem anymore

Earp slunk through the woodland, seeming to be regrowing after being charred.
Not the fire the lovely, longlegged girl whose name he'd forgotten how to pronounce had been hurt in.
But all the same, a fire that caused pain.
Perhaps he would've been alone, were it another day
But today, no.

He trailed behind another man. Tall, dark and swathed with caramel squiggles and the like.
A lovely pelt.
He was injured though. Every step seemed like a forced effort and even a small step up was an issue.
Earp was good at going unnoticed.
But a hare escaped from behind a tree, spooked by the behemouth, Earp couldn't help but jump too.

Then he saw her.
Another, femminine. He couldn't hunt one if there was two, so emerged, suspecting his cover to be blown anyway.
" 'ello tuh yous," he started. No point in being frigid.