The wind whispered

Gwyn received more information than she had bargained for, but she didn't complain about it. It answered one of her unspoken questions: Novella was part of a pack. Now that was something very interesting, though Gwyndolyn herself wasn't actively seeking a pack. Friends, perhaps. But a pack? She hadn't just left one to find another. Not right away at least. Of course, finding a pack here seemed a bit easier than it might've been at home; she'd heard the howling, the calls of other wolves in the distance. There were different voices for different packs - she didn't dare guess at how many were actually out there.

The other girl looked a little confused by Gwyn's question. She supposed she could have been clearer... or at least specified exactly what she meant. She'd been caught up in the strangeness and had quite forgotten to clarify how she meant it. "Yes. I've never seen a wolf with two different eyes. It is unusual," she went on, seemingly unaware that her words could be offensive to the other wolf. Honestly, Gwyn thought they were pretty. But she was one to speak her honest opinion on occasion and her tendency to put things so plainly at times certainly couldn't help... "No one where- uh, where I come from has anything like that. They're both the same. Their eyes, I mean." She hazarded a smile. Her own, normal, green eyes were boring by comparison, she supposed.