Greatwater Lake all cats are gray at night

When a sudden blackness re-engulfed her view, Liezhal became still, only moving when that dark, all-encompassing shape gave her a reassuring lick upon her head. Her mother's scent washed over her anew, and the pup reanimated on reflex, eager to get back to the proverbial trough and completely forgetting her newfound sense.

She missed the appearance of another dark shadow and familiar scent at the entrance, but this wouldn't be the last time she would get a chance to first lay eyes on him.