Bleach

You tread through the desert, wary as the scent of wolves bombards your nostrils. In your nervousness, you didn't notice the sharp dropoff in front of you, nor the hollow-feeling earth.

One shriek of fear and ceiling collapse later, you find yourself on a cave floor. Not only that, but the sound of paws against rock is echoing down the twisting tunnels. As soon as you're on your feet, there's a pale wolf mere feet from your face. 

"Greetings," he would whine, "Welcome to my exile cave."

"I used to have vibrant fur, once; redwood browns and inky blacks," he gestures to the orbs on his head, letting out a huff. "-But I was destined to be an albino once I put this little number on. Ever since, it's been draining the color from me. I've sent myself down here in hopes of encouraging my fur to grow white; so far, I'm not sure if it's the jewelry's work or mine."

"Is there anything I can get you while you're down here?"