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

Coelho was still cowering as Wraen spoke again, though she did slowly pull her limbs from shielding her face. Wraen's stern features swam in her vision and it was all the small coywolf could do to not instinctively cover her face once more.

"please don't kill me, " she blubbered pathetically, flipping onto her elbows with her ears plastered flat to her small skull. "i'm just looking for a friend -- he's tall and black and he--" she stopped abruptly as she heard another wolf approach, her ears pricked upright in apprehension. the transformation that came over her fearful features was tremendous as she recognized  him -- "bronte!" she exclaimed in a light yip, submissively wriggling on the ground towards him with her tail beating wildly behind her.