The Sentinels Antsy and Pregnant

Dante was amused by the image of Blue Willow's mother rolling in mud to obscure her coat.  He had wondered where Eilidh's unique look came from though he would never ask - she stood out amongst her darker kin clearly.  "My sister was the same," he replied, a fond smile lighting on him before fading.  He did not speak of her much, especially now.

"I am luckier than most."  There were worse things to be than large, and his size had served him well more than once.  "I will try my luck in those spots.  If it pays off, maybe I can bring you something back?". If she was hungry he'd be more than happy to.