Kintla Flatlands This woman is my destiny

Soon she was plunging through a dark wood, and the gloom seemed more welcoming than mysterious. She kept her head up as she weaved around trunks, though soon her attention waned and she was moving on autopilot. When a pale figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere and spoke to her, she practically jumped out of her skin and her hair lifted instinctively along her back.

Feeling ruffled, the Blacktail forced her fur to lay back down and exhaled forcefully. "Where did you come from? You scared the shit out of me!" she accused. Her tone held a note of irritation, but it wasn't truly meant, and as soon as her heart rate started to settle down, she twisted her ears back and muttered, "sorry, I just wasn't expecting you."

That's when she noticed his nose. Unlike her own black nose, his was... different. Knitting her brows, the yearling stepped forward, craned her neck and sought a better view of his nose. And, yep, there it was—a tinge of blue. "How'd you make your nose look like that?" she asked, settling back to a neutral posture and trying to keep her eyes off of his peculiar proboscis.