Horizon Ridge Back to the wild

Pied watched the stranger's face as she neared, discerning the curious look in that vividly green gaze when the stranger caught sight of her strange pelt and even stranger eyes. Despite the dull aching in her body, the Gamma smiled, hoping it was actually her peculiar coloring that caught the other female's attention and not her sorry state.

"Agreed," the piebald yearling replied. "Pied," she offered. "Welcome to Horizon Ridge. Let me be the first to warn you: if you walk close to the water's edge, keep an eye out for black fins. It was a blackfish—a killer whale—that did this to me," she elaborated, twitching her hoisted paw, which was the only visible injury left. Her golden and indigo eyes then swept the distant surf for a moment before returning to Bambi's face as she added, "The coast is quite literally clear, it seems."

Gently, the Gamma wolf lowered herself to her haunches, facing her new acquaintance. She found her gaze drawn to those eyes, which brought to mind the green grasses of springtime. She could hardly wait for the sea air to wash away the cold and bring with it the warmer temperatures of spring and summer. When the snow melted and the buds began to pop up on the trees, she would surely be a mother or on her way, at least.

Blinking herself back to attention, Pied said, "You have very pretty eyes, Bambi. Are they a family trait?"