The Floodlands Tickle your cheek and take your throne, pump your veins with gushing gold.

Well, that explained a lot.  Oh, she said bluntly, kind of surprised.  I didn't mean to, um.  And then she shut up until the sun had set.

Ceara had truly never met a wolf (or any creature for that matter) with albinism before, and she frowned as the soft stranger explained her disability.  Maybe if she was a bit older or if she had been in the Plateau longer she'd be a little more sensitive towards wolves with disabilities, but for the most part she was just rudely curious.  She also pitied the stranger more than a little bit, but she was sure that the woman wouldn't want to deal with that.

Sorry.  Are you okay now, though?  If you're affected by light, do you need to get somewhere?  There is a large forest to the southeast, and I could accompany you there.  It isn't too far, and we should arrive by dawn.