"Ugh! I hate this!" As Alita storms out of the den, you catch up with her.
"It's the worst. Back in the old days, wolves were always chasing after me because of how rare I was. See my fur and my skin? It signifies that I'm precious, apparently. They don't know how terrible it is to go outside for such long periods of time, which I have to do A LOT as a scout, and then come back all sunburnt and aching. Precious, my rump. All it does is bring you a weak constitution. At least Soprano is understanding whenever I explain the situation; she's always prepared with remedies if I come in."
"Oh sure, it's not all bad. Other wolves will gawk at you all the time. Moonhowl Pack's beta, Contrast, is always in high demand amongst females. I'm sure I was sold off for some large amount of silver or gold cones. It's not worth it; I can tell you that much." She sighs. "I hope Void and Alpine can live normal lives. They didn't grow up exposed to the harshness of my generation; they have a chance to be seen for who they really are rather than just some condition that happens to be really rare. They deserve it."