Dragoncrest Cliffs the good left undone

Nobody had ever asked her that. Green, she replied, but not the same green as Opalia. She’s brighter. Seq tried to remember if anybody else was green, but she couldn’t think of anybody else right off the bat... at least not anybody she knew very well. Momma Portia is pink, like the bottom of my paws. Dacio is... kinda light purple, like some flowers I saw one time. There were others, of course. Sequoia’s oddly-wired brain had slapped a color on every wolf she had ever had any meaningful contact with. Little did she know it was a quirk and not something everybody possessed.

Actually, she was now even more curious about her own color, as she had never smelled it. What color do I smell like, Daddy? she asked, tilting her head to one side.