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Though a wolf's eyes were no indication of their favourite colour, Skáld would have guessed that Inkeri's colour might be the same vibrant blue-green of her gaze. He wasn't sure why he thought this, but he was both surprised and lightly disappointed that he'd chosen flowers for her that weren't her favourite colour. It would be even more difficult for him to find her flowers which were green- without giving her something that had yet to flower and reveal its true colours. Perhaps ferns might do, though he wasn't sure they would be as showy as a blossom. 

"Mine too," He said, after having given it a moment of thought. Green was the colour of life, of plants- of herbs. It was also the colour of his mother's eyes, which he missed.