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The panther noticed this stranger's discomfort, but in the moment, chalked it up to his impressive physique. Many were wary of him before they got to know him; this was the natural order of things. So he did not come too close to the woman. Far enough that she might feel confident in her ability to dodge him, were he to lunge.

"Have you?" he replied, bemused. When he thought about it, he realized it was not the most common greeting — but he was also sure he'd never met this woman, and fairly sure that she was not one of his line. "I believe I would remember if we had met before," he told her, his burnished gaze flicking over her very memorable form. "My name is Dutch. I traveled south for many moons to come to this place."

He could not help but watch the quiver of her pointed ears. She reminded him of a hare gone very still with fear when she pinned them back against her skull. This idea brought a faint smile to his face, but her discomfort kept this from turning to a fully fledged grin.

"You are from Moonglow?" he asked her, though now that he was closer, he was not so sure.