You peak your head into the hunters’ den, sweeping your gaze between a pair of adolescents nipping at each others ears and tails, joyous giggles escaping them. You grin to yourself, before a sudden presence behind you has your fur on edge. "Don’t worry yourself with them," the female voice is wispy, almost as though she is speaking from a distance despite being so close. You turn with an apology, which is received with a quaint shake of her crown. "Don’t be sorry. Curiosity is good, it is how we find such wonderful puppies; like the albinos." You tilt your head at her infatuation with albino wolves, causing the female to snicker, the bluish hues decorating her body glowing with the Lunar Night’s beams. She’s almost.. frightening to you. "I have a possibility of conceiving albino young. It runs in my blood, and fascinates those around me." Her tail wags happily, as though the topic of her carrier status enriches her. "Ah! But look at me rambling. My name is Dunlin; I am a hunter here." She smiles after giving her name, glancing around herself as though she spots something in a present not quite before your own eyes. You open your mouth to question her peculiar manner, only for a knowing grin to spread along her faces. "Aha! Time to go. My mate wants to see me now, goodbye, friend." She lifts a paw to wave her goodbyes, causing you to glance to your paws politely. As you lift your head once more, Dunlin is gone, a few stray blue hairs fluttering in the space she had once been. Weird. You think, before turning and continuing on.
