Sun Mote Copse Take Yourself Home part.II

Her vague description wasn’t very helpful. Most of the family had brown pelts and red eyes, as she pointed out. Twice. Why had she done that? The thought was fleeting, for he came to a realization as soon as she mentioned him saying your kind.

The reason Calhoun said this was simple really; she was gold, and her offspring was bleached. They’re not completely cursed—not stripped of their colors—but they were not blessed with the High Elk’s colors either.

Of course he’d tell her none of this. That would be rude.

Most of the wolves in our family had only been around one another their whole lives. We were forced out of our seclusion just recently. He lowered his head as if he were pondering something, then lifted it to meet Niamh’s gaze. They most likely acted that way simply because you do not share our blood. That was the only explanation she’d receive. 

If that’s all you need, I should be heading off.