Ravensblood Forest the tree who cried crimson

She noticed his humour, which wasn't surprising. He wasn't very good at covering up what he was feeling. Oh well, if she wanted to live under a man such as Donovan, she'd have to get used to seeing another wolf being strung through the branches of the trees.

In truth, Derg didn't note much of the woman. She was blonde and he hated her scent, but he'd know when he saw her. A soft, pale underside that folded over her back. Not very yellow at all, but he didn't care. He didn't manage to take note of her eyes, and wouldn't have noticed they were different colours anyway.
So when, or if, Finley inquired further, he'd not have much to give.

He nodded merely at her exclamation. There were very cruel wolves in this world. Very much so.