Moonsong Glacier Black ice.

The panther's ears flew back at the coarse language, more out of surprise than offense. He'd never referred to anyone as a bitch before, and it made him uneasy to hear it even in jest. Rather than commenting, he flashed a smile he hoped suggested he had his ways and was, thankfully, rescued from further discomfort by the arrival of Junior.

Her feelings on the matter was crystal clear.

-"They chose to walk a different path,"- he said, added his own two cents. Gone was not what he would have said; he liked the word left for what had come to pass, but he did not have the benefit of youth to pad the words he spoke.

-"I'll leave you two to catch up,"- he told them, taking a step back. He waited to be dismissed, however, before actually turning to go.