Redhawk Caldera this is life in color.

When the expressive Finley began moving erratically, her mouth opening and closing, Wildfire gulped. Her newly opened eyes went wide and she blinked very slowly several times in a row. Her newly minted golden gaze remained absolutely transfixed upon the silver she-wolf, trying to make sense of her and her movements. They were absolutely bewildering but also fascinating.

When no harm came from them, the puppy resumed her smiling and giggling, albeit a bit tentatively. Her more experienced senses were docking with her newest one and she was processing the information, identifying Finley visually as well as through touch and smell now. It was all subconscious, of course, but after only a few moments, Wildfire decided that the Beta female was her favorite thing in the whole wide world.

Then Peregrine hopped into her visual field to check out her newly opened eyes. Wildfire jerked, then blinked rapidly up at him. His big, dark face loomed closer to hers and his mouth moved as he said, "Holy shit, her eyes are yellow!" The fiery pup heard none of it, though she watched his mouth moving and trembled not in fear but in absolute awe.

She stared at her father a while, slowly pairing his face with his scent, then her mysteriously golden eyes shifted back to Finley. Wildfire beamed now at her godmother, then opened her mouth and poured out a happy screech so high in pitch it probably made the adults' ears bleed.