Moonsong Glacier And we won't let it in

Dutch laughed.

"That would be much appreciated," he replied, his voice earnest. "But it is far off still. In the mean time, we will focus on finding you a worthy match."

He sprang up, his tail wheeling in sudden, manic enthusiasm. He dashed off, looking over his shoulder to be sure that Simbelmyne was following. There was a fine hide that he'd begged from @Eira not long before — a hareskin of mottled white and silver. He brought it near and nosed it gently toward her paws.

"Sleep with this," he instructed, his gaze shifty, suddenly; suggestive. "We will find another for you as well. When we send out word, they will carry your scent with them. This will entice them." Dutch had been enticed by less.