Greatwater Lake Milk-colored eye

Potema slid forward, inch by inch, until she finally saw it. The scars were dark on her skin, with her fur refusing to grow back there. Her eye was a white orb, and she swore she could see some hints of blue hidden underneath, but the film covered all of it. To her surprise she didn't cry, she simply stood and looked at her reflection, drinking it in. This was her face now.

On your left.

Potema turned towards the wolf long before he called to her. Her single eye observed him as he bounded forward. He was not yet a yearling by his size, but older than her regardless. His fur was white like hers, but freckled with gray, similar to the ash sprinkled lightly across her back. The princess watched him warily, though his body language radiated playfulness. Outside of her brothers, she did not know any other pup. "Hey."