There never was one

The panther was nearing the point when he would choose to slink back into the more complete darkness of the forest to secure a few hours of sleep before dawn when his watchful gaze fixed wholly on a distant motion. In the hazy light of the moon her polar-white fur exposed her progression towards him along the edge of the trees, and his stride did not transition from its stalwart momentum until he came upon her, close enough to pause. Her timing was exceptional, though her disposition was hardly what he had expected to find when his eyes cast over her steely features.

In a darkly brusque turn from their previous meeting, she acknowledged him with bristling hackles that trailed her entire length. None of it would catch the seasoned and strapping male flat-footed, however, and he met it evenly with a sternly vigilant countenance and a few briefly prickled guard hairs of his own which he smoothed far more easily than she would hers. Jinx, he drawled deeply, what a pleasure to see you. His words might have seemed an outright contrast to his manner, but they were meant to be genuine. He had known the mighty Kesuk had such a side to her, and there was a curious bit of him that was thoroughly interested as he watched it rear its head now.