Ceaora

Ceaora slowed her pace as she came to the end of the stairs, shifting her multicolored eyes about with great anticipation. Her thick white fur seemed electric with her energy, her long and nimble legs prancing from side to side lightly in her stand still.

She lifted her tan splashed nose to the air, taking in all the different scents of the young ones that lived down here. A smile tugged at her lips before she rose her voice lightly over the crowd.

"I was told to see Ynear?"

Fanta

Fanta looked up smiling. "She is around here...somewhere..." Fanta replied.