Valdis pauses in the darkness, Rutile's confusion not unexpected, but amusing nonetheless. She really should try to be nicer, but teasing is so much more entertaining. She blinks slowly, padding out of the darkness and into a place where her eyes catch the light from the fires, glowing brightly, moving closer and closer, until she emerges from the shadows and into the distant light.

The wind ripples through her fur, and she curls her lips back in a wolfish grin. You seem concerned. Surely the colors in the sky are not worthy of concern.