When Warren turned around he was surprised by what he saw. She was as white as the snow on the ground. The same white of his own fur. Though his patterns did mar his looks. He waited for a comment, or any indication that she was repulsed by what he was. It was hard to he in this form around others, though strangely, this time he was perfectly comfortable. He slowly laid down by their bags as he looked around. Her white was marred by a slight gray streak, but she was luminescent in the twilight. His dark green eyes studied her for a long few moment before he realized he was staring. His cheek fur fluffed as he blushed and he lowered his head to his paws to avert his gaze.<br/><br/>~Your wolf is quite beautiful. I have met few white furred shifters in my time. It seems we are rare and, in some cases not wanted.~ He tried to keep his feeling of rejection out of the thought, but he knew she might pick up on it.