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

The panther's annoyance quickly faded as the hunt began; some things did not happen in words. They moved together through the underbrush, settling into the natural rhythm of scenting and tracking. Time slipped by like water in a mountain stream.

The test of tracking had long since ended; not all hunts could be successful, and he had seen what he needed to see of the stranger's skill. Perhaps his ability to take down their prey would need to be tested at a different date.

But no — the scent was here.

Now they hunted in earnest, fresh tracks leading them to a small herd. Perhaps the same one that he and Kilgitsuk had hunted from earlier that week. He remembered the trader's words — his wisdom about not scaring deer out of the area.

"Wait," he said to Fallen Sun, slipping back out of sight before he turned to address him. "I see your spirit," he told him, his expression warm, his words slow and careful. "Let us find @Ariadne — I will ask her to welcome you."