Deepwood Weald [m] red flax

The panther was grateful for Simbelmyne's quiet support. He pressed his nose briefly to her crown in thanks, even as he contemplated how isolated his shadow girl had been. Had they ever spoken?

When Sulukinak appeared, Dutch felt the same quiet dread he had during their last serious conversation. The fear of losing her, or of being forced to hurt her — emotionally or physically, though he could not even imagine the latter. He did not want her to go away because he would miss her, and because he did not believe that this man would treat her well. And, as much worry as he'd spent on her these past weeks, Dutch felt only emptiness and no relief at the idea of that stressor being taken away.

Cen spoke. Dutch, dutifully, returned his attention to the man, his brow furrowing at the tone and expression. He could see his seal hunter's features twist out of the corner of his eyes, but he found himself gazing deeply into the caribou hunter's face instead.

Dutch was puzzled. He was hurt. He was angry. He was frustrated with himself for not knowing what to do.

His gaze shifted to Sulukinak when Chakliux addressed her.

"That is not why he wants to take her away," said Dutch, his voice subdued. "And I cannot reason a man out of a position he did not reason himself into." His gaze shifted to Sulukinak. "I do not trust this man, bachchee," he said plainly, "but I know that you cannot be taken away. You will go where you want to go. I will not try to stop you — but if you decide you will go far — "

His voice failed him. He turned his face away.

"This is not what I want," he said, forcing the words through a tight throat. "But I hope you will give me the chance to wish you well."