a dusty answer

Mochi had to admit, she preferred being out at night, the gently dancing lights overhead burned her delicate eyes less than the light of day. Even so, she didn't usually venture out into the oaks, keeping mostly to the bamboo and the bay. The place was... Creepy with the absence of Fuji. Dusty and musty, the gnarled canopy... ominous without the filtered light of day.

A black backed ear flicking was the only sign she was aware of her smaller brother following her, like she needed a chaperone, they were almost a year old now. Her eyes rolled, though her head stayed facing forward so he wouldn't see it.

He wouldn't see the smirk either as she hopped over the fallen tree trunk and ducked low to use it as cover, poised to pounce and startle if he took the same route she did. The creepy atmosphere had its advantages.

"speech"