a ship with no sails

At the Seracian's words, of which he knew she had heard them, the snow leopard did nothing immediate. The grey wolf fidgeted on his paws while swaying from side to side as he waited for the leopardess to do something. She merely twitched her head to one side, Bane tensing his muscles and furiously thinking of how to fight her. Then, with exaggerated slowness, the mountain shadow began to turn the rest of her body too look at him. The snow leopardess began to speak, Bane taking her question as an almost kind of hurt admonishment. The wolf couldn't help but shy away and look down at his paws as she talked in a strange yet soothing sort of accent, his own jaw clenching in tense nervousness.

Bane felt the obligation to ask for forgiveness. Clearly the wrong words had been said and he had spoken to quickly.
"My apologizes mam, I assumed incorrectly and I was foolish in my thinking and jumped to early at a false conclusion. A wolf simply does not see a Snow Leopardess on a daily, even yearly basis. I for one have only see one of your kind once before, of a time and place lost to me, only that I remember I have seen your kind before. Your lithe and shadow enveloped forms are easy to miss when you aren't stalking along the sides of your mountains." The make wolf finally trailed off and tensed himself up as he waited for her verbal or physical response.