The eyes were the windows into the soul.
Flutter's was a tortured one. Fractured even, pulled in several directions at once with equal force, leaving the center of her being torn apart at the best of times.
"Yeah, they look like anybody else most of the time. They pass for human, with a sensory boost now and them. Scents are everything to them. I never met one that was part of a pack though, only one that had been on his own for a pretty long time."
He wasn't going to do it. She looked upset about, it, but had not entirely given up on the idea.
"Ah come on!! You aren't doing anything right now, and by the time it wears off, it will be morning."
She covered her mouth with her hand, coughed to cover up the sound of the word 'probably'.