Hideaway Strath oh rabbit

Kyn had been on patrol when he caught a whiff of the dark pelaged woman’s scent. Passing the mouth of the Strath he stops dead in his tracks when it hits his nose too. It’s fresh. So many emotions hit him at once and all he can do is stare down at the ground where he smelt her. Rage that she left without telling him, the possibility of betrayal. Fear that she wouldn’t come back. Content that she finally is here once more. Leigh is back and something akin to urgency prickles at his spine to go and find her. 

He wastes no time, nose to the ground as he tracks her expertly. A variety of odd scents cling to her, she’s been on an adventure it seems. So when he finally comes across her and has the woman in his sights he stops. 

“Leigh.” He practically whispers loud enough for her to hear. “You’re back.” He says then louder, but still quite soft. “I-“ he dares to even stutter, thinking things through and filing his thoughts away. “I thought you weren’t going to come back.” Is his version of I’m so happy to see you. For his tail hopelessly in age despite his best attempt to not let it.