Moonspear Time will explain

At her agreement for an escort, Argent indicated with his muzzle for her to follow, beginning to lead the way toward Sialuk’s haunts. “Mr Gently,” he considered, a rumble of amusement cloying his tone. “Doesn’t exactly inspire intimidation for anyone who might hear of one of Moonspear’s border guardian.”

Then again… intimidation didn’t seem to be what Moonspear was about—and perhaps that was part of the reason it intrigued him so—particularly when strength and intimidation had been a leading force in what he had felt was his father’s life, upon the mountain across the valley between them.

He gave her a sideways glance—studying the she-wolf with a growing smile. “You think I’m gentle, hm?”