The Sentinels Tam o' Shanter

"Oh, you throw my praises to the wild so lightly!" he teased, red eyes brimming with mutual fondness. "That all must be true, but I, my dear, have seen no day more lovely than you." He praised as was his want— as was his nature— and he seemed more than delighted to do so; perhaps wired to correlate another's level of enjoyment directly to his own. Stroking one's ego seemed to be his preferred form of inciting happiness. His strange effort at bonding. "Of course, my lady. All you need ever do, is ask," the panther smiled, spilling to her side in fluid steps, and motioning for her to take the lead. "Are we traveling somewhere specific, Starbuck?"