Whitebark Stream even salt looks like sugar

Several seconds of delicate silence ticked by as Lars watched her head turn from afar, her expression an unreadable mask as the younger took the chance to study her features. He was certainly aware of his staring, yet the milky white of the moon combined with the paleness of her pelt made it distinctly hard not to look away.

A huff of hot breath escaped his lips as the stranger - she - began to speak, soft but Lars could hear her well nonetheless. The stillness she possessed was strange to him, almost weird as she remained unnervingly calm and unbothered, and yet almost unconsciously his own inked pelt and imposing position began to relax.

“Yes.” Lies. The rabbit had just been there, and so here he was; though the unfamiliar speech made him hesitate a little, and he pricked his ears. “What did you say? I mean, before. I don’t recognise it.”