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indra hadn't realized her thoughts had turned abruptly south until zenith spoke again -- something about deer babies, and black fawns? indra paused for a moment, considering zenith's thoughts with the type of slow excitement someone gets when a new thought is introduced to a previously unthought notion. she blinked for a moment, lips pursing as she trailed her mind up and down the idea, as if overturning it like a fascinating stone.

"hmm.. well... was your mother the same color as you?" she asked suddenly, turning to look at zenith's rich pelt. "mine was white." she didn't understand a single iota of wolf color genetics -- it didn't stop her from blurting: "and reek -- my dad, i mean, was black." indra slowed to a stop then, wondering if zenith had meant something a little less superficial. "wait.. do you think we shouldn't hunt her, then?"