Wild Berry Meadow or in our eyes, every time they meet

Astara's scent caused Osiris to still his meandering. He was not far from where she hid, and he quickly recognized that there was something off-setting about her scent—as though he'd smelt it before. 

His gaze carefully combed the surrounding shrubbery, seeking the blackbird with the utmost caution. There was an uneasiness about his demeanor; his nape-fur prickled, his lips frowning deeply, and his tail lashed behind him. 

For now, Osiris held his ground and kept his distance.