Ravensblood Forest talking of michelangelo

Sunspot's ears perked at this admission. "Mine as well - perhaps we're kin," she said brightly. "My family is vast; my father alone sired eighteen pups."

Her eyes traced the lines of the male's face, but she found nothing familiar in his features. Though his phenotype was - superficially - similar to her own, his countenance did not scream family to her tired eyes. Still, she chose to believe it was possible and quickly glossed over the issue, not wanting him to dispell the illusion.

"Have you met Durnehviir?" she asked, curious to have another wolf's take on the fiery young shewolf.