Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

As soon as he looked up and revealed more of his gaze to her she stiffened. His eyes were the same shade as Maegi’s...But beyond that and the shade of his pelt, the resemblance faded there. She inhaled his scent, and could find no trace of Blackfeather on him- though Niamh had yet to realize that Maegi was the first Blackfeather wolf she’d met and she had smelled like swamp. Her ears relaxed, for in those mismatched eyes she saw no demon, and in the softness of his slight frown she didn’t see any malice. She huffed for a moment, but took a moment to cool it. 


He spoke, and his voice was low and devoid of fluctuation, almost as though he was bored of her. She stopped staring him down then, and looked him over. It would have been foolish for her to launch into attack mode against him; it was like looking at fur-coated statue, and something about his toned shoulders made something in her abdomen twinge. She tried to shake it off, and lowered her tail.

”Sorry. You look a lot like someone who just trespassed on my packlands,” She said, gritting out words that weren’t necessarily true, but fit the situation well enough. ”Don’t see eyes like yours often,” She said, but her voice hitched slightly. Didn’t Sequoia have mismatched eyes too? How strange it was to see three wolves with odd eyes in so short a timespan. 

She nodded to him, then, forcing herself to snap her eyes back to his face rather than admiring his frame. What was it with her? She didn’t look at males this way! But the clench in her abdomen didn’t go away. ”What’re you looking for?” She said, and found herself incapable of avoiding punctuating her statement with a sassy flick of her tail.