Cerulean Cape rené and georgette magritte with their dog after the war

Despite the ears that so resembled satellite dishes, Bat didn't detect the stranger's approach; her eyes had glazed, the pounding surf putting the bushed youth into a bit of a trance. When a voice spoke close by, she jumped a little and turned her head sharply, peering guilelessly at the unfamiliar she-wolf. She said nothing for a long beat, the question registering only after a delay.

"Yeah," she answered in the absent way of someone whose mind had already moved onto more pressing matters. "Have you seen a group of wolves pass by here? I'm looking for them." Before the stranger could possibly respond, Bat added, "The leader is a big, black she-wolf with silver eyes." Her matching set softened as she described her nomi.