Ravensblood Forest Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

That's up next. I got them both in one book!

The stranger's body language displayed a clear message, even before she spoke: she possessed no interest in fighting. She relaxed, averted her gaze and adopted an almost bored air, her lips parting to drop a quip that made the yearling's brow furrow perplexedly and her soapstone ears to give an agitated twitch.

"Were you hunting me?" she asked incredulously, her pale fur puffing out somewhat, as if to make her slight figure look larger and therefore less edible. "What's wrong with you?" Pied pressed in the next breath, her tone a bit edgy and her gaze equally so. Although the question aimed for an explanation about being preyed upon, it was also a general inquiry regarding the other wolf's strangeness not only in behavior but in appearance as well.