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

Now Dutch laughed in earnest. "Chup rahana, maalik! Peace! he said to Fallen Sun's eager rejoinder. He realized this would likely confuse the other wolf, so he made an abortive gesture to indicate that the words had not been important. "We will go. Drink first."

Dutch had a drink, himself, glad for a brief reprieve from his worries. He was convinced that this was not the evil one that Chakliux had spoken of, and further convinced that Ariadne would be charmed by him in all the ways that Dutch was not. Still, although he had not been charmed, he found no fault in the strange wolf. He was only quiet, and perhaps just a little slow. It was the heart, though, and not the mind that separated the good from the bad.

After his drink, he was pleased to lead the way toward the plateau. There was good hunting here, but it was near enough that he might hear any calls of distress.

"Find a trail," Dutch ordered, speaking slowly once more. Finding prey was as important a skill as taking them down. "Deer," Dutch added, not wanting to go running after rabbits with the other man.