Porcupine Ridge auntblood

The moment passed, and yet, the panther felt it tumbling within him like an avalanche. It was a feeling like the kind he sometimes felt in the village. Centering. Warm. The kind of feeling that made it ease for him the curl up and shut his eyes, and to trust in the press of Chakliux's back against his own. The trouble had not yet passed, but for the moment, he was content.