Whitefish River but I stay outside his reach

The sound of another met Hokulani's ears, and her head twisted to meet the face of its source.

A thick-furred man, auburn and far larger than herself, entered Hokulani's sights. With the softening of her posture and suddenly doe-eyed face, she may as well have transformed into a cherub before him.

Oh dear, I hope I haven't interrupted. She mimics the voice of her mother, kind and unassuming. The man's scent is not strong enough for him to have laid a claim here. She sees no threat; this is only for the joy her acts bring her.