Stavanger Bay let me down to the rest of the world

they don't have color, the she-wolf stated. no fuckin' shit, sandpiper thought -- that was half the damn reason she had issue with them. what kind of wolf doesn't have color in their eyes? she lifted her muzzle and cast the pale wolf the most scrutinizing of glances -- still entirely unconvinced that there had not been some sort of plague or disease that caused her lack of pigment.

sandpiper froze at the connection - was this contagious? she stepped back, her tail lashing in agitated fashion against her hips not unlike a cat's. "i didn't ask for your life story." she snapped rudely, staring for a moment at those peerless, waxen hues. "i don't want whatever  you have... so... kindly take a hike."