Greatwater Lake the touch is cold

A strange feeling washed over Saarthal, chills of some sort prickling the underside of her coat, ants marching a slow crawl down the curve of her neck. The stranger had striking eyes, beautiful and wonderful colours Saarth had never seen before, never in the eyes of another wolf at least. "Hi," she returned the greeting with a cant of her head, the corner of her lip quirked in a lopsided smile. Should I? Should I not? How long has it been..? Saarthal exhaled softly, air slipping out between teeth, let out a huff as an impish glitter returned to her gaze. "You have striking eyes...I've never seen their colour on anyone else."