Moonsong Glacier do you know just how much you're worth?

The panther had been on-edge ever since hearing about the danger that stalked the lands. He could not stop thinking about how very small Ariadne was, and of silenthunter's youth. They were not yet his kin, but the blood of his grandfather flowed through Dutch's veins; the urge to take responsibility for everything under his eye could not be helped, and these women were where he'd chosen to make his home.

He prowled endlessly, still familiarizing himself with the land but now full of deadly purpose as well.

He observed the fiery stranger from a distance, at first, concealed in the shadow of the mountain. He liked his odds against a stranger of similar size; he was by no means a warrior, but he was strong and he was agile.

"Hail," he called to the man as he came down from the foothills. His tail gave a halfhearted whisk of greeting. There was no reason to attack right off the bat, but there was a newly awakened part of the panther that did not like the unfamiliar male so close to his dwelling place. "Are you known to this village?" he asked.

But he did not smell moonwolves on this man's pelt.