they're just living in my head

By the tone of her reply and her use of words, she didn't seem offended over his remark on her fur colour. Maybe no-one else had judged her, which meant she definitely hadn't encountered his brother. Of course, he knew that his brother didn't have the most courteous of personalities and was sure to grasp any moment to harass someone over a difference, especially over something as noticeable as their pelt. Tinaro didn't mind this insolent behaviour because his brother was family, but it could offend others. Almost fortunately, he wasn't really around anymore so he could forget about it entirely.

"I haven't seen any blue wolves here, or green, red or purple for that matter." he stated rather obviously with a shrug as he begun to lose interest in the subject of why she may be bullied because of her coat. It didn't surprise him to hear that blue wasn't the only odd shade that dared to consume one's appearance. If there was blue, of course there would be pink, red and yellow. Why not? "So where do you come from? I don't think you were born here, like me. And, who are these captors?" He was quite a curious fellow who only managed to piece a little bit with the words she spoke. She mentioned that her fur colour, which was rather stunning if he may add, was a familial trait. According to his knowledge, no-one else was blue, let alone a whole family. Then there were her captors, a word her voice had used more than once in their conversation. It was an unfamiliar word, but the closest he could get himself to discovering its meaning was finding that it was similar to capture. Was she captured? Abaven surely didn't capture wolves. No, its definition had to be something different.