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Zola would side-glance, seeing the woman of pure black coat. Even more, the wolf spoke to her. Apologizing... for what? She did not understand. Too absorbed in her task, she had failed to notice the woman's start. "Is good then?" she tilted her head "I not stick out like, ah, sore paw?"

Since coming to the Teekons in winter, Zola's coat was... a blemish. She supposes the ebony woman felt the same in this current season. She would not blend in with black fur, that was for sure. "If blend in, I hunt" she chuckles to herself more than the woman "better." Though that remained to be seen.