Redhawk Caldera u r b a n i

That was something she couldn't answer. She regarded the fallen colorful leaves, and the ones still above them.

I don't know, Ani, she admitted. All my life, they've changed colors right before the snow. You know, right before our pelt grows thick? Maybe that's why.

The cold of the north beset her, suddenly, and she resisted a shiver.

We always change with the seasons, Lilitu said. Even our coats are different.