Deepwood Weald A bar song (tipsy).

The panther shook his head with a little smile, and spoke aloud this time as well, so that she would have his lips to read when his ptero stumbled: -"She came to see me a few months ago,"- he told her. He was only glad that she was safe, and still among family.

The question was not unexpected. Dutch gave the short summary — of how members had come and gone, and how lonely things had become at the glacier.

-"We came to join Moontide, but there are many in their ranks. So we are settling the deepwood, at least for the spring and summer,"- he concluded, his tail waving in idle happiness. He was looking and feeling much less run-down than the last time he and Towhee had spoken, and he had the happy glow about him of a man in love. -"I'm gathering rocks to make trail markers,"- he told her, gesturing to the white stones spilling out of the deerskin bundle. -"So that travelers will know they may safely pass."-

His head cocked to the side.

-"Where are you headed?"- he asked her.