A Change of Pace

Hawkeye nodded, noticing that she had other thoughts on this Nerian, but the dark female wouldn't pry. Had she done something wrong? She probably came from another place if she was both a healer and a priestess... hmm.

She smiled at the mention of two boys. "I have three girls and a boy myself. I think three boys would be much easier than three girls. The one you met, Junior... she's stubborn, adventurous, and very dominant. I suppose she is just like I was at that age. I hope it doesn't get her into anymore trouble than it already has." Hawkeye paused a beat. "Both of her children actually have some features. Her daughter, the one you saw, has stark white fur like her mother, Pied. The rust on her ears and face comes from her father, but her indigo eyes are from Pied. Her son has the blue-grey freckles on his face and on the scruff of his neck that his mother had." She smiled. "I suppose they take much more after Pied than their father. It probably breaks his heart every time he sees his daughter."

The dark female has realized her eyes had moved to the ground at some point. "Anyway," she said, looking up. "What's your pack like?" Hawkeye said this in a lowered, gruff voice, as if saying "gimme the juicy details!"