The Heartwood color me in gold

The other girl's response was clipped. There was agitation written on her features, leading Liffey's mind further towards the conclusion she'd already been piecing together in her mind. Her mom could be a delightfully exciting, loving and endearing wolf. But she could also be thoughtless, self-centered, and... not at all endearing. Her current companion must have experienced the latter side of her mother. Poor thing.

"I'm sensing that I owe you an apology for something she said or did to you," Liffey said, offering a small, sympathetic smile, "I swear she means well. She just ah... She's... unique..." An uncomfortable pause. She felt guilty putting her own mom down, but worse for whatever she had done to make the dark female unhappy.