Heron Lake Plateau Who'd come up with a system of matrimony based on the random distribution of flowers?

Sequoia had split from Kiwi for the time being, and she had intended to track down @Buckshot, but considering she was a piss-poor tracker and he didn't seem to be in the immediate vicinity, her search was in vain. She huffed, putting her nose to the ground again and trying to figure out where he might have gone. She came upon a scent she recognized, but not because she knew the wolf. It was quite possibly the strongest wolf scent on the plateau, and it was the brightest yellow-green she could remember encountering, sans perhaps Opalia.

Curious to know what kind of wolf would share a color with her (lame) sister, Sequoia forgot about Buckshot for the time being and began to follow the color until she came upon a medium black wolf. When she saw his eyes, she was positively stunned, because they were the same color as his scent. That had never happened before. Whoa! she exclaimed, blinking in disbelief.