*wail*

The voice had her looking up, startled, to see a boy not much older than she was, and she peered up at him, the crocodile tears rolling down her black-marked face and soaking the deep blue of her fur. Ooooh he had pretty fur. It was much brighter than hers even when the light changed it's color (a trait that Angel may have shared with her but Phim didn't so HA! take that, Phim) and his black markings were as pretty as hers were. She didn't realize how unusual his coloring really was - she'd met no one but her immediate family and her grandmother's family, and all of her family was unusually colored (though she didn't realize it) and her grandmother and her kids were just.... weird and drab. To her, this boy was much more normal than they had been.

His words, however, had her scrunching up in her nose in disgust. "That's a dumb thing to say," she retorted. "I'm not having fun I'm running away from home." She cocked her head to the side, sudden curiosity drying her false tears. "Are you running away too? Is that why you aren't with your mama and daddy?"