Moonspear this soul's a stowaway

Her tail tore loose from his mouth gently; he anticipated the whirl around full of sound and fury, and met it with curling lips to display his teeth. This was the reaction he remembered and now it certainly helped that years of antagonizing Hydra gave him the foresight to narrow evade her teeth snarching his ear in playful reprimand. The string of the graze was still there, but it was little in comparison to the rumble of amusement under his breath as he stepped away.

"All these years and you still remember," he remarked, "though I admit yours is a face I did not expect to see again." He had left her behind in the depths of Winterheart what seemed another life ago, and perhaps it had been.