Verdant Basin Witches

Streaking her tongue through her mussed up tail to smooth the fur, Amber grumbled lightly to herself - but she definatley understood that her ravenfeather fur blended in with shadows, especially in the night. A laugh brought her eyes back up, and at once she felt bad for snapping at Antigone. Amber opened her mouth to apologize, but the paler woman was asking if she was okay. There was more to it than her tail fur, she knew, but it took a long moment of giving the stranger a confused look to realize she meant her scent. 

                     "You mean my scent, right? Cause my tail is fine."

Smiling, Amber hummed softly under her breath in happiness. Unaware of Antigone's thoughts, the Ciel was glad to wave her condition proudly in the air. 

                                        "I'm pregnant - you're smelling the change in hormones."