Sun Mote Copse Autumn Days

The orange boy doesn't notice the other. Not till they speak.

Whipping his head around, bright almond eyes clash with a mismatched pair in confusion and fear.  He had never seen the other before, though to be fair, Primrose hadn't really been outgoing and venturing outside of the den much. But the other looked so different than the other wolves he sees. Theres no orange, no red. Just grey and white. He also very skinny and has funny stuff on his face.

"Ummm...." Primrose sounds whilst looking confused as he thinks, pondering the question. "Yes! But-but... Theyre both really really badly hurt!" Primrose stands in exclamation before patting the ground next to him, eager for the other to join him in his story.