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He stood patiently, pricking his pallid ears to listen intently to the beginning of Talos' rambled words. Blinking in the direction she gazed in, the alabaster boy tried to make sense of what it was he was supposed to have seen, and his eyes narrowed slightly with the beginning of frustrated confusion. He then lifted his dark gaze to meet the frantic mercury of his sister's as she turned her face to look upon him, and Viin furrowed his brow at her.

He softened, however, upon noticing a very unusual glimmer in Talos' wide stare, and found himself slipping with ease into the role of big brother. In attempt to soothe his suddenly fearful littermate who pressed on with muddled talk of their mother, father and Aria, he moved in to close the distance between them. Viinturuth reached out to push his nose among the rugged charcoal guard hairs of his sibling's nape as she buried her muzzle between her paws, but she responded by wailing out that "they left" and threw her weight against him.

"Mmph," he groaned, bracing himself to hold up his weeping sister as she cried into his fur, and his confusion intensified. "What?" Viinturuth managed, shoving his shoulder against Talos' in a reminder that he was there for her, but she needed to pull herself together to explain what the hell was going on. "What are you saying? Who left?"