Deepwood Weald histriophoca

The panther did not flinch, but his dark ears pinged to the top of his head at the sudden sound. His tail wheeled in idle curiosity, but his interest in the bird only extended as far as Sulukinak's interest in it; namely, he wondered why she'd been trying to get a better look.

"Will you befriend it?" he asked, intrigued by the idea. "Like silenthunter? A medicine man told me that he knew a wolf with a fox companion. It is strange to think about."

But he thought that Sulukinak could do with a friend. With one that did not talk as much as he did, perhaps.