Swiftcurrent Creek meadowline

had lestan sonic rings, he would have dropped them all. he was not expecting the mammoth of a man who confronted him, let alone his wounded features and the aggression that accompanied it.
"oh! oh! i am —" the traveller panted a little with the beginnings of a panic attack " — lestan mayfair." his ears flicked. "i was passing through to the taiga, and i smelled the blood. but — i know some of these scents."
finally he shut his mouth and looked warily at the very large person. "w-what happened? are you in need of more — help?"