Alo's eyes opened and she swiveled her head away from the glory of the heavens to look upon the softspoken creature. The female was almost achingly lovely to behold, bathed in the silvery shades of moonlight with dusting of inky black upon her fur. The softspoken lady's eyes were a brilliant shade of chartreuse, with just the slightest hint of blue around her iris. She was a touch smaller than Alo, but size meant little to the matriarch of the Ookaan.
"I know." With that she offered a gentle, if not slightly lopsided smile and dropped to her silver and cream haunches, tail twitching about behind her absentmindedly. "I love the rain — it makes my homeland bloom even more beautifully and it makes the world seem so much more alive. My name is Alo, what's yours, pretty one?" Compliments came easily from Alo, she found beauty in most things, and was never one to shy from praising others.