What do the spirits say?

The babe was inside her den with her latest project. It was coming along nicely, but she needed more material to continue to forge it the way she wanted. She carefully placed it atop a rabbit skin, looking it over as she considered how to proceed with what she had now. However, as she set about getting back to work on it, she heard the voice of a young child just outside. Her ears perked slightly as she turned around to see one of Belle's whelps standing outside. She had nothing against the children themselves, though she primarily had an issue with their father. He worshiped a false god, and was passing that on to the children. Her lip curled in disgust at the fact, but she composed herself before she started through the shadows of her den. Her melanistic side blended flawlessly with the darkness, and that was the side that showed first before she emerged from her den. Part of her was like a shadow reaching out from the confines of the darkness until she fully faced the child. "Yes, child?" She questioned softly, not unkindly and with a bit of curiosity. Whatever could the girl want?

"Can you see me?"