white pelt, brighter eyes

It was a warm night, the air carried a muggy humidity that even Hattori found unpleasant. Lingering at one of the many streams that meandered through the Maze, he bowed down to lap at the water, finding the water here refreshing in a way he couldn't quite pinpoint why. Because the streams were so close to their source spring? Or simply because he had been drinking the water here for so long, it was all his senses knew, anything else would taste bitter. Admittedly, he had never actually found the source of the maze's few streams, he knew they existed of course but had never made an effort to map out their location. With the nature of the maze he doubted anyone would ever know it in its entirety, but as long as he and his kin could navigate the majority of it, he saw no reason to threat. Though perhaps one day it would serve them well to have a map made, he pondered, as he slowly followed the stream east.