Deepwood Weald arctocephalus

She didn't respond aloud, but the panther had been spending enough time with silenthunter and Fallen Sun that this didn't phase him. Her body language said, Me? and that he had scared her, too, and that she was not at all certain about his intentions.

Dutch didn't shrink as she did, but the way he carried himself shifted so that he did not stand so tall.

"That's alright," he said, his voice a quiet, friendly burr. His tail whisked as he took cautious steps toward her, not wanting to frighten her into bolting. "I wasn't paying attention. I didn't mean to sneak up on you."

His nose twitched as he took in her scent; she was alone, at least for the moment.