Deepwood Weald Backbend 'til I touch my toes

He was received with a curl of a lip and a flash of teeth. Not one to instigate a confrontation when it wasn't called for, the dark Ostrega turned his head to the side. To avoid her stare head on. He even took a measured step back, showing he would give ground if that was what would placate her. 

The other male was chipper and excited. Maybe a little too much, if you asked Saviguk. Even oblivious to her hostile air and the fragrance of her heat. He was a lost soul, innocently seeking directions back from where he came. Savi pursed his lips not unkindly, tail cutting at the air once. 

He cleared his throat. "Try back pedaling. Retrace your steps as best as you can, if you can remember. If the trail you took is still relatively fresh, try looking for clues. Your own scent. Paw prints or small tufts of your fur snagged on sticks and branches."

He gave his two cents worth of best advice. The flowers, he couldn't care less about. Getting home should be more important.