Bearclaw Valley mercury in retrograde

her hackles ripple as her lip raises, watching the man come from the distance and skirt as closely to her borders as he could.  launching from her perch, a dangerous growl forms in her troat as she closes the distance between her and this trespassing stranger quickly.

it would not have bothered her so much had he kept his distance or shown respect, but this?  and so soon after the fight in wapun.  no, this would not do.

as she drew near she came to a slow stop, head tilted to the side as she took in his scent.  there was something familiar, something like her, and as she studied his face it clicked suddenly.

brother?