Emberwood branch-waving

almost he screamed, metaphorical items spilling from metaphorical pockets into the very real foliage around them. lestan clapped a paw to his mouth, wheeling wide honeyblue eyes on — well. not a saatsine wolf, his nervous system reported, which did not actually make the mayfair feel less nervous at all.
now he held his chest, lashes fluttering; "goodness! my apologies, i —" he paused to catch his breath, glance anxiously around as if the saatsine would descend right upon them; "this pack came down from the t-taiga," he mumbled. "they're v-very close to my p-pack, as it were."
as if that explained it. 
as lestan composed himself, he had another of those belated realizations, and this one was based upon the fact that the stranger behind him was incredibly — pretty.