Moonspear making the rounds

Charon hadn't thought about their appearances yet, either. Well, not in the strictest sense. He'd seen so many children that looked only a bit like their parents. Or had their parents' faces, but not their fur colours. Or only their eyes. So many different things were possible that he hadn't thought one might look exactly like him. He thought of Ness then, wondering if, if they'd ever have (it was a weird thought, for she looked so much like him that she might've been family somehow), if they would've had more odds at Charon-look-a-likes.

He shrugged in reply, saying, "I don't know if any'll be like my. I had two grey brothers, like Flóki, and a sister that was black with white toes." He barely remembered Kevlyn or Liyaní or what they'd been like, but he vaguely remembered their appearances. He was pretty sure he was the only in the fam with the freckles, too (or so he thought). "Yeah, it's a weird thought, but I can't wait to meet them..." He would answer all of their questions and teach them all the things — they'd be raised the best a pup could be raised, Charon had already since long decided, like the special princesses they were.