Moonspear try the ointment

Not only was he exactly the wolf she was looking for, but he seemed more than willing to help - didn't even negotiate. Disa thought it strange, but wasn't in the habit of looking a gift horse in the mouth. "Oh – thank you" she said, folding back her cinnamon-dusted ears. "The pup is.. how do I put this.. his skin is pink, his eyes – all of it; his gums, his paw-pads.. it's like something leeched the color out of him." It was the stuff of curses. "He positively sizzles in the sun," Disa muttered, eyes falling to Alaric's sooty paws.