Blackfoot Forest Flykte

white and black.

it made him chuckle, the contrast between them. it was queer, the way they gawked at one another, aghast at the sight despite to every other creature being the same.

( do rabbits think a blackcoat's teeth rend more mercifully than its white sibling's? )

distance from the fjord couldn't hide what they were, although. he knew what to do - it was the outcome which made him curious.

he landed on a low branch, obvious in his oddity, his paleness against the dark wood. the raven made to look disinterested as he preened his feathers, attempting only once to meet his gaze with the white wolf's.

and smile.

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