Moonsong Glacier like every verse of a living, breathing fairy tale

No answer. The panther stood still for a long moment, breathing in the scent of spring. She was near, he thought, and was suddenly breathless with a surge of fear and guilt. He had not taken good care of Sulukinak, either.

Moving carefully, he made a more thorough search of the area.

"Sulu?" he called softly, sticking his nose into a bush. No one was inside. His head lifted, and he cast his gaze around. "Shadow girl?"