Panther Park promises

Surprisingly, Damien could relate to the woman's feeling. Blackfeather Woods had always had a constant flux of young ones venturing off on their own, and though it was indeed the natural way of things Damien had never been able to stand watching loved ones just walk away. It happened way too often.

Did that mean that he was getting old? Surely the woman in front of him looked way past his lifespan, but in truth, it was only a year of difference between their ages. Young enough to venture in search for greener pastures, he answered hinting his intentions. And to her next question, he simply said you could say that, with a dull grin. What he really wanted to know, though, could not come into the conversation soon enough, so without preamble or any specific emotion other than utter curiosity Damien simply said it...

You are a Melonii, aren't you?