Moonsong Glacier Lost in the Shadows

The panther didn't doubt for a moment that Alaric was good at all trades that he practiced. The man exuded a sense of calm and competence that he couldn't help but feel drawn to. It was flattering, then, to think that they had led somewhat similar lives before ending up among these sunshine people — not that there were any on the glacier, now. Morningsong, he felt, was theirs as much as it was his.

"I will content myself to take your word for it," he said dubiously, although the idea stuck with him, now.

His focus had shifted, though. He had noticed another similarity, though he was not at all sure of it.

"You never settled down," he ventured, hoping the question-statement would not cause offense. Dutch, after all, was similarly unmoored.