It started with a spot, black on white, a little interesting area of of black on his white-furred hind leg that caught his eye. For all his terra friends with snow-white fur seemed to have none. He was confused, but  A young Terralien with no critter to care for, he was still finding himself, exploring, and it seemed that with every biome he traversed and every new terra he met- there it was! Another spot, black on white.

He tried to befriend all sorts of critters that came across his path, but none seemed right. Some would stare at his spots strangely and hop away, others would be confused or disoriented. And this only frustrated the young terra, a spotted fur, a defense mechanism? and aesthetic? a disease? A birthmark gone too far? Nothing seemed to make sense and no friend seemed to stay long enough to think that thought with him. He traveled lush forests and barren wastelands, even dipping his head into the waters the marine terras frolicked around in and yet still, nothing seemed to be an answer.

Eventually, he went home from his journey, back to his family of no-spotted terras. Maybe it was chance or fate, but one day, traveling along into the outer reaches of the forest he called home, he heard the strangest of sounds. Loud, almost threatening and yet- comforting. He would mimic his sound, he would approach, and eventually what he would find just past the tree line is-..... him? A creature with with a snout, with floppy ears much like his own- and with fur- but oh no, not just any fur. Spotted fur. Black on white.

Every time he would visit, his friend would offer him a bone, and every time the terra would offer him his visor. Every night was a polite decline and he would return home, setting the bone in his nest, Every night the terra slept on it until a new spot appeared- his time on his belly. The shape that of the gift from his new friend he cherished so much.

Every day, his friend would stare at his visor a little longer, and eventually, find the bone on his belly. He wished to offer his friend a home, adventure, and family, and eventually, the friend would accept. Together, they were nameless no longer and lonely never. Like his fur, black on white.