The Sunspire your eyes were the color of some kind of grey

round and round Coelho went, an impression of damp pawmarks wreathing the sodden earth in her wake. her tail was still held loosely in her mouth when the crackling of leaflitter underfoot caused her to pause, her long ears pricked in apprehension.

Coelho didn't have much time to assess her assailant -- all she saw was a demonic blur of grey that caused her to fold her limbs down in submission and her ears to fall flat. to no avail, it seemed -- for in moments Wraen would be upon her. all the while her panicked yelps curdled the air with fright. she shut her eyes and slumped upside down on the ground, her tail curled over her belly and her thin paws brought to her face in fearful submission. never once did her terrified cries cease -- even as she was on her back, her life exposed to this hellish wolf for the taking, Coelho continued her high pitched whimpers.