Moonsong Glacier And have been cold a long time

The panther grinned wide. It was clear he thought this a victory.

"I will leave that up to you to determine," he said, but the laugh in his voice said that he was sure enough already. He picked up the pace, loping head as they drew nearer to the meadow. "Where are these burrows you saw?" he asked, his tail wheeling jauntily in time with his steps. "Or shall we hunt up a fox? That would make a fine pelt!"

Already, he pictured flame and ice pups curled together upon it.