Greatwater Lake Milk-colored eye

A sudden, familiar voice cooed in her head as the freckled male spoke.

He's from a warrior pack. They treat scars differently than others. Potema faintly recalled being taught something like that by her mother, but it must have been a long time ago. Regardless, the younger pup was still shocked by the fact that her scar was seen as something other than tragic. It was like a prize to this wolf, something that said: "you're awesome". She hadn't thought of it like that before, nor did her mother. It was simply how she was raised.

A brief silence filled the gap in their conversation, both suddenly awkward and unsure how to react before the freckled male decided to show off a scar of his own from his own attack. It took Potema a moment to find it, but there it was, a small raised bump on his neck. Not as impressive as her own, to be sure. "How'd it happen?" She asked, genuinely curious.