Moonsong Glacier in the light of the sun

It was impossible to mistake the red figure that streaked toward him, even in poor lighting. The panther rallied, soothed to see the familiar face of his quiet friend.

"Hi," Dutch parroted, duly impressed. A smile grew on his face as the man gave several more words, all seemingly unrelated — at least they seemed to be, if Dutch understood him at all. "You have been practicing," he praised, and as had been his practice before his departure, Dutch signed these words to Fallen Sun in ptero as well as speaking aloud.

He came forward to press his forehead to the other man's in familiar greeting.

"I missed you while I was away," he said, not knowing whether these words would mean anything to Fallen Sun. He hoped that his tone expressed his gladness and his prior heartache.