Haunted Wood she was an orphan but raised by a cousin, who gave her the time

She had spent a few days back home, back in the misty woods where she had once called the group of violent vagabonds family. Whatever was left was an empty husk of her memories, but it was more than what she had before to hold onto - which was nothing. Nothing at all. Unfamiliar scents littered the woods, stirring up a territorial feeling, that whenever she would encounter these individuals... she would make sure they left one way or another. 

One of which scents apparently sought her out. A sense of unease crept up on the not-yet-yearling, a looming sense of desire to take what was rightfully hers and yet... unsure of how to do it in any other way than violence, the one thing she knew. Like a prowling beast, she wandered the mist, making sure her scent mixed with her homelands as much as possible - until brilliant flame rubies falling onto a dark figure in the mist, halting her in her footsteps to study the long-lost-friend of her fallen father. Immediately gold-tipped hackles rose, a deep growl warning the stranger of her presence.