Phoenix Maplewood Rooted inside of my DNA

Sweet scents and drying leaves clouded his noses vision, but there was an underlying whisper amongst his senses that pulled him out. Cracking his lip up to an unsettled curl, he ran his tongue over his teeth uncomfortably. All of crept up him.

Had he brought himself to pack territory?

His stomach dropped low. He crept to the closer scent- a female's touching his nose; though, there was a drowned sensation to the alarms ringing bell to bell in his mind. A distant buoy. Fog from his past injuries had made it hard to center. The sound was dull, even if heard.

It was slow that his paws trailed him up a hill, and slower that ears touched his eyes, and next a bloody red mask. From the right of their flank, he lurked. He didn't intend to stay there long. He then felt his eyes squint with unsureness. Questions. So, then it became two in the ethereal woods watching her with unwavering eyes.