Silvertip Mountain The panic of your dreams keeps you awake

She tensed upon hearing another, glancing away from the bright lights as another male-one she had yet to meet-appeared. He was pale though not as white as she, his fur was more of a cream color. Niita nodded in greeting as he sat by her. 

"It is. There appears to be more of them up here, perhaps that's only my perception." Niita tried to add to the conversation, though she hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time. Her thick accent was present, overpronunciating some of the words as a result.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Niita." Again she purposefully left out her surname as she introduced herself. "I am new. I assume you're a night owl like me?"