Blackfeather Woods Silver, black and red.

Another female approached, this one just some shades darker than the first. His attention averted, a goofy grin spread ivory across his maw, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. His red tail wagged behind him, and he gave a woof of joy. Two pretty females right here, nothing could make this bad, right?
Potema made noises in the language most of the Teekon's spoke, falling upon unknowing fire colored ears. His aqua eyes darted to the snowy princess in question, but it was her motion that he understood. He moved forward eagerly on his wide paws, cramming as much as he could in his jaws. Thankfully, he stopped before it began to crush into useless green chunks, stepping forward and looking over his shoulder to the Spiderling for another movement.