Swiftcurrent Creek Who do I smell?

Thyme looked at him a little guilty at the large man. Ehhh... Yes? He did straighten up a little when the male seemed open to have a conversation with him. He gave himself a quick shake to get that previous tension out of his body. Well, one of the scents on your border is familiar to me, but it is very faint. It has been such a long time ago since I smelled it, he explained. I think it might be one of my family members, he spoke thoughtfully and then looked up hopefully at the man.

Thyme cleared his throat. Well, seeing the scent is not dominant on the borders, I can exclude that it is my father. He had gone missing when he was a child but his mother had told him a lot about him. He seemed like a guy that would patrol the border. My sister maybe or my mom-- My mom! It has to be? She was named Arlette. Then he realized she might changed her name. He had thought of it. White wolf, red eyes. I think it is rather a rare color. I've never seen anyone like her!, he smiled in memory.