Moonsong Glacier I sip, I sip, I'm stumbling home

An ear twisted toward the sound of pawsteps approaching. He waited for the wolf to announce themself — one of the women, he thought, for the lightness of their steps — and when they did not, he knew exactly who it was.

"If you stand in silence much longer, Nephele, I might begin to think you're up to something," he said, his amusement clear in his tone.

He'd tracked her scent from time to time, noting where it mingled with others and where she simply cross their paths. It was difficult to get a full picture from this sort of sleuth work, and so the panther continued to withhold judgement.