Wheeling Gull Isle your grace is wasted in your face

Pale puppy blue eyes were changing, but it would seem only one eye at a time, her right remained a pale blue that almost mimicked her brown mother's but the left was beginning to shift. The color was still murky in transition but it was obvious that it would be closer to Minori's eye color rather than blue but that was it any reason for her being outside.

No, there had been a sound but now there was a new one. This was not the crouch in the crass type sound but a gentle pat, pat. Her head tilted in both confusion and curiosity, her too large for her head, ears flopped with the movement. She tilted again, this time in the correct direction, [i]pat, pat[/b]. It was the only sound in her world right now, she moved closer to this strange sound. Her nose touching a dark brown paw that reminded her of the mother that was now giving her milk, not her darker colored mother that seemed to now have only one ear. That was the moment sue looked up.