Firestone Hot Springs moontooth

The panther's mind remained at home with the Moonsingers for just a few minutes longer before the hunt took over his senses. The brush of their shoulders remained a moment longer, but the quest for blood was a more intimate kind of communion than that. He listened carefully to the man's description, lifting his dark muzzle to drink in the breeze or else pressing his keen nose close to the earth. But it did not appear that the man had doubled back, and they pressed onward, side by side, to seek him ever further afield.

"We can offer a bounty," he said to Chakliux, shaking the water from his pelt as they reached the other side. "Ariadne will support this. Fine pelts or sea treasures. Perhaps the offer of an extra hunter in times of need. For information or for his head — it has been done in my homeland. We tracked down the hunter-cat Tendua this way."