Firefly Glen in shape no bigger than an agate stone

For a moment, she feels as if she is back home again. A black-pelted wolf with long-limbed grace, moving through the trees. He stops upon seeing her, and their eyes meet for a heartstopping moment, before she makes the decision to come closer. She stops a few tail-lengths away and could cry upon seeing the indigo of his gaze.

Who are you? Megara asks, a little breathlessly. What are your parents' names?

No use beating around the bush. He knows just as well as she their connection; their near-identical appearances leave no room for doubt nor games. Whether he answers truthfully is up to him, and there is a good chance that he lies.

But she knows. She knows what lies within that dark Melonii heart of his.