Luneshale Pass which door do we open?

There were some objects scattered at her feet, though Talis scarcely noticed them. He was rather riveted by the coyote herself. Her pelt was darker than his own, replete with warm, earthy hues that would allow her to blend in particularly well with autumn foliage. Her eyes were a striking shade of green, set into a chiseled face which suited her macilent build.

Her lips parted and she issued a warning, prompting Talis to blink before his pastel eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Was that a joke? She looked rather grim, her tone thick with remorse, as if she was sorry she hadn’t told him sooner. Still peering at her curiously, he stepped out of the water, giving each rubicund paw a flick.

That’s okay, dad says I was born this way, Talis said coolly, gesturing at himself, specifically his peculiar coloration, because I’m immortal.