The Sunspire can books look sad.

Liffey did not quail under the stare of her packmate, nor did she shift at all when the girl slid down to her level. She only tilted her head as she regarded the black wolf with curiosity. There was so much disdain in that glare. So much distrust and resentment. So much... Liffey couldn't place it, really. Dislike of some kind.  But why? They had not spoken when Liffey's father had given the strange girl brief shelter in the Caldera, and she could not recall a time when she might have been inadvertently offensive. Then again, this was not exactly a look that Liffey felt was reserved for herself. No, she had seen this look given to all of the wolves of the Vale, and not for the first time did the Blackthorn wonder why she was with them at all.

"Why are you so... angry?" Liffey asked slowly, suddenly unable to help herself. She had always been an easy victim to her own curiosity, and apparently not even the desire to avoid and awkward social interaction was enough to stop it.