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The panther had always appreciated women who grew rather than shrank before him. Simbelmyne's shy nature was endearing, but moreso was the way that she bloomed and pitched a coquettish question in return.

"Shy?" he asked, purposefully misunderstanding the question. "Yes, this is what I am known for."

But this was in jest, of course. No one had ever accused him of being shy. And, certainly, he did not seem shy as he prowled closer still, measuring her height and the length of her body from this closer vantage. Her ears, too, received a curious sweep of his eyes before his gaze flashed back down to her black-smudged face.

"But perhaps you will make me brave, sunflower girl," he said with another bright smile, turning and inviting her to walk beside him. "Come — Moonsong will feed you."

He led her toward their common place, where there was still meat from their caribou hunt to be eaten. His steps were measured, however, so that even her shorter legs could assume a leisurely pace.

"There are many sights to see around our village," he told her. "Will you allow me show you? The seal pool, at least. And if my company still pleases you, the glacier cave."