Otatso Wetlands The less you reveal, the more t makes people wonder.

Well, there was a sight that Whisker didn't see every day. This wolf lady had not only a pink eye (no, not the infection) but also a purple eye. It took Whisker several seconds of blinking before he convinced himself that what he was seeing was the real thing. She also appeared to have weird marks under her eyes, but that was far more common that her whacky eye coloration. His own eyes were a rather bright golden yellow, standing out against his pitch black coat in even the darkest settings.

Like him, she had a dark coat and blended in well with her surroundings, but the movement had given her away, and now Whisker thought it might be an adventure to pester her.

"You got some interesting eyes there, missy."

His tone was friendly enough, and his left eyebrow was raised a bit higher than his right. His look was expectant, assuming she would roll her (rather peculiar) eyes at him and tell him that every wolf she'd ever met had used that exact same line. Or she'd just get straight to trying to murder him. It was really all up in the air at this point, wasn't it?