Blacktail Deer Plateau I See Clearly Now

His laugh made her smile. Malachi, that's what she thought his name was. She turned her head to him, ready to surprise him with the answer. "I'm from the plains in the West, actually," she said. Her pale fur was something her family had gotten somewhere up her dad's line. It was rare, certainly, but not as rare as some might think. Plus, her coloring did have darker tones on her legs and tail, and her green eyes were almost normal. She liked seeing the reactions of the wolves here when they discovered she wasn't from the north. But she couldn't place a guess on where Malachi was from. "You?" she questioned. He was certainly such an odd mix of color and build for her to even begin. 

She didn't hold his first impression to him -- she rather liked that he was so protective over others in danger. Malachi seemed like a great guy once she started to get him talking. Maybe she could take advantage of her interest in being a counselor by starting with him. Malachi must've had something or many things in his past for him to act the way he did. Everyone has reasons. But she wasn't going to force it out of him by any means.