The Sunspire your eyes were the color of some kind of grey

lying in the dirt, Coelho didn't have much time to process her life's work. this wasn't how she imagined her end, but it sure seemed like it was coming in the form of a steel gray wolf hellbent and terrifying. she tried to make herself small, an instinct so ironic considering how not inconspicuous her high pitched yelps were.

she flinched as the wolf yelled back at her, expecting teeth or worse -- instead she was commanded into silence. she shut her yapping, fearfully opening her eyes for a second -- only to swiftly cover her vision with her wrists as she beheld the female's intimidating tenacity. another whimper gurgled from her clenched jaws, but she remained prone exactly where she had fallen, her tail quivering across her shaking belly.