The door shrieked on it's hinges, and he heared a set of footsteps enter the front door below and pause.
Varg leaned a bit further over the edge of his girder. Below, a timber wolf practically glowed with colors, giving her the appearance of falling victim to a tie-die accident, or being composed of different burning salts.
He gazed in awe as she sauntered over to the work bench, and began picking through its contains. Her back now to him, he noticed that her solid purple and orange ears that seemed to sprout from her long mane of brilliantly pink were the opposite color on the outside that the were in the inside.
Her long hair, even through it tapered to an end in the middle of her back, broke a sharp contrast the the rich purple that ran from where it capped her fiery orange arms at the shoulders, down from one flank to the other to where it ended at her hips and the base of her tail.
Her tail had the appearance of having been dipped in a bucket of the same purple that coated her back; leaving a band of orange between the base and where the royal color dripped off the tip of her tail.
She held one of his bucking bars up to the light, studying its odd shape as if she were trying to decipher exactly why someone would need a block of steel in such a funny shape, or more likely, why someone would consider it a tool. Varg watched as pink paw pads and vibrant blue claws turned the piece over before placing it back on the bench.
"Excuse me," came River's voice from the back of the shop. The wolf below jumped, abruptly spinning around and holding her hands behind her back, as if she could hide now that she'd been caught snooping. Her front, which he had only caught a glimpse of before, was even more brilliant than her back.
Her face and torso were covered almost completely in a blazing red that ran from the tip of her blue nose, down her feminine chest to where it terminated just before her thighs.
"I... ah... er..." the wolf stammered. She stared at the floor, only glancing up at where he guessed his assistant stood. Her tail crept between her legs, and he could see the red repeated on it's underside.
"Can I help you?" It was River's voice again. She was getting irritated. Varg shifted his position so he could get up more quickly in case he needed to climb down and diffuse his hot-headed assistant. Though he couldn't see River from where he was, he knew the malinois was probably staring the poor creature down with daggers, her expression just shy of showing teeth.
"Well, ah... yes. You see, I was told that someone here could help, and I needed to show them this." She held our her hand. Her movement was too swift for Varg to see what it was before it disappeared from view under the girder. She seemed to have found her confidence in whatever it was, however, because she stopped staring at the floor and held her nose level. He gazed at her face, musing at how the alternating pattern of purple and yellow was repeated in her purple left and yellow right eye patches.
"Oh." Replied River. Any hint of previous hostility had evaporated from her voice. "Varg," she called, "Come down here, you need to see this."
I obviously have no idea how you character would act, what world she lives in, or what her voice sounds like, or if there's even a story of why she has the coloring she does. I merely had some fun and wanted to share an example in case you needed to get some ideas.
