Moonsong Glacier sunsister

The panther exclaimed over this event, enchanted by the idea of a wedding, of all things. It was a thing that happened in stories exclusively, but to hear it told from this boy, he'd seen it with his own eyes. He wanted to heard details, of course, and he even started to ask before he realized he'd lost the war for the boy's attention.

"Ah! A seal hunter before all else," he lamented, but there was a smile in his voice, and one flashing like lightning across his features when he looked to Chakliux. "Perhaps you both can teach me, one day."

But they were almost to the seals, now. They came over the next small rise and could finally look down upon them. Dutch came to the edge of the rock and laid flat, paws hooked over the ledge so that he could hang his head over in comfort.

"I have always loved how they sing," he said, although the sounds they made together could best be described as a racket or a cacophony. "They sing from the belly — and they are not ashamed to do it even above water. But below — I like how it echoes. How you can feel it deep in your own chest. Above the waves it is only breath, but below, it becomes pneuma. Spirit."