Hideaway Strath I wonder why I'm so afraid

Charles, too, was looking to avoid his old life. He just wanted a fresh start, somewhere where nobody knew his face. He'd recognised a scent as well (if he'd been keen enough, two) but decided to rest in obliviousness rather than think too hard on it. If you pretended it didn't exist, it couldn't get to you, right?

He would've been happy to let it stay that way; but when he heard a voice that wasn't exactly familiar to him to accompany that faint scent of recognition in the air, he knew he hadn't run far enough. The coywolf's hackles pricked as he turned around. He recognised her face, though he wasn't sure if they'd ever met in person. Honestly, the only wolves that Charles really remembered from Easthollow were his mother, his brother, Leta, Valette and Kaito. This face was one he felt he must've seen in a crowd once or twice, but he didn't even remember if they ever interacted.

His on end hackles were accompanied by a startled expression. Eventually Charles found his tongue and said, Who are you? A blunt wariness in his voice, as his own fears lay in a similar direction as hers.