Frank, what a name for a guy who looked like this. Older but... well, Grant had to admit to himself that he was in his own forties and calling other people old like this was probably ill advised when he'd be there soon enough. Ugh, yikes. Anyway!
There was a tense moment between male jaguars. Not exactly unfriendly, but it was easy to become a bit star struck and uneasy at the same time in such a presence. Grant's handshake was firm and held fast to allow the interaction even as inside he was sniffing back, sunk lower and deferring to the other's power.
At least he was getting used enough to this kind of power being real and tangible so he could listen and respond without stammering hard through it. "Yep. Fought some wiry little wolf chick." Katya, he remembered, and would not forget. Not anytime soon. Really needed to see how she'd healed up, honestly.