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A village! This seemed very grand — like something he might've been told in a story, once upon a time. The panther was duly impressed, especially to hear that such a small and young woman had become their head. He suspected that she'd been born into it, but it would be rude to ask such a question of a stranger.

Dutch moved closer still, led by the desire to measure himself again the smaller wolf.

"It cannot be helped," he told her, although his eyes still smiled. "Your palace makes me homesick. I set my claws to the mountain like I set my teeth to the bone. Jeevika. Sustenance. I am many moons hungry."

He lowered himself to his belly before he reached her, touching his nose to his forepaws in a show of respect.

"This man greets you," he said to the damp earth, echoing her words. "My name is Dutch, son of the White Spine."