A cold shiver ran down the snow leopard’s back as he turned his head to the red fur and he narrowed his eyes a little bit before turning to regard the woman.  Eyes lifted up and down in one clear motion to make sure he absorbed as much information as he could.  Interesting, it was a canine and he saw the wolf in her but he wasn’t sure he saw the malamute.  One thing he did not see was the white or gray fur one would expect.  No he saw red, but then this crazy fur was asking him if he was the one.  Swallowing, Ivan regarded Avaria, this could not possibly be her, she looked like a fighter, her legs in those tight pants left nothing to the imagination and he could see the full definition of the muscles contained within and he moved his gaze up to her waist and he said to her, “I’m a leopard and I’m here to meet a woman called  Ava.  However, you don’t need my protection or anyone elses.”  The china blue eyes lifted to look the woman directly in the eye, “Also my charge is supposed to be a half breed of wolf and malamute.  You have red fur, that shouldn’t be possible.”<br/><br/>Eyes focused on Ava’s paws and he saw the calluses on her digits and how the fur was matted down, no rich wolf would dare be seen with such markings and he  continued to explain, “Further, she’s supposed to be a young woman, not a seasoned lass, so whom are you?”<br/><br/>There was a slight growl at the back of the snow leopards throat as his fur lifted up and his tail became really puffy, he was wanting to know whom would be crazy enough to try impersonate.  This red fur had the muscles of an assassin, he felt the back muscles tense as he was ready to fight.  That was until he got a wack on the shoulder by a bartender, strangely the same otter that had been noticed on the way in and he was informed, “No fighting in the inn.”