Otter Creek Got to face, need to tell you

Her head tilted as the woman proclaimed that she was more of an outcast among this season than Zola. "Is good at night, yes?" she settled "prey not see you come." No, a black shadow against the dark sky... Like a witchfolk coming to collect children, ferrying them away. Some of her people had misgivings about pure black wolves. Said they were a bad omen. 

This was most likely due to them never being born in the tribe-lands. Same as pure white wolves. They were a fleeting story a mama would tell her child. It was more like the savannah would not allow these pure wolves to live for long without help. They died out fast alone. Earth tones were more the style of the tribes. Yet the Teekons... different rules.

"Dis first winter. Is snow always here?"