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

The panther turned his head, regarding her with a familiar narrow-eyed look for only a moment. Then he interpreted her tone and settled himself, likewise looking back to the pinnipeds diving below.

"It is customary to offer greeting," he replied, "lest your friends feel stalked like prey."

Truly, though, Dutch found he could not take offense, and his tone did not suggest that he did. She was a strange creature, but so had his shadow girl been when they first met.