Moonsong Glacier you have walked this path since your birth

The panther breathed deep, leaning into the brotherly embrace. Fallen Sun smelled like their common place, and like the glacial breeze, and like Dutch himself. Of course he would protect them. And Dutch would be back as soon as he could to help.

"Good," he said again. It was the word he found himself most often saying to Fallen Sun.

His eyes fluttered open as they drew away. There was still a pit of unease in his belly, but he at least felt as though he'd done what he needed to, here. All he could do now was trust.

"Thank you, brother," he said, signing the words as well. Onto lighter topics! "While I am gone — shall I bring you back a woman?"

His tone was playful again, for all he believed Fallen Sun was capable of reading it.