Wapun Meadow Follow your dreams, but don't forget about me

She darted to his sides and to his credit he didn't flinch or last out. Though he dearly wanted too. He listened to her ramblings of brain sick and he smelled the rot that lay on her flesh. He pitied her and briefly wondered if it wouldn't be a kindness to remove her from this world. Then horrified at his thoughts he pressed them further down. Nature would take care of it's own. It was not his job to be death's call even if it would be a mercy.

He thought about it. They were mostly dark yes. Though not all had honey gazes. Then he thought of Germanicus too and he frowned in thought. 

I suppose there are quite a few of us yes. But there are some lighter wolves too. He thought of Silvertongue who was light and Ash Paw who had many colors on her pelt.