Moonsong Glacier Black ice.

But it was the panther who patrolled this morning, stalking silently through the woodland foothills of their mountainside home. Not that he needed to be silent. Not that he knew he didn't need to be silent.

When he came up on Towhee, he thought it was Towhee. Then he thought it wasn't Towhee.

Somehow, he was both right and wrong on both counts.

"Towhee?" he asked, bewildered even as logic caught up to him. There was a reason she was called Junior, wasn't there? "Are you here for your daughter?" he asked, clumsily signing along in ptero.