Deepwood Weald That shine for me

He was quick to provide a description, Taller than me, white, orange eyes. Her trail came in here but it's getting broken up by now. But --- here. He paused and pointed his muzzle at a bush that grew along the path -- it had likely raked her fur. After that he kept going, following the scraps of scent. I'd been hoping that I'd find her out here resting -- both of us got hurt from a trespasser a while back, but she was fully healed by now as far as I could tell. Would have been nice, even if he would feel like an idiot for overreacting again though. It'd just be nice to not have something suddenly go foul for once. Nah, life wouldn't let them be that way. But he'd still keep searching.