Moonspear small pack of wolves

When Atlas slunk toward her, Alya dropped a perfunctory kiss down on his head. She was amused by his reticence, but a little disappointed as well. She and her sisters had been far more precocious as children. "This is your uncle, Nikai," she told the boy as he peered around her. "He's been to many places, just like me."

Bringing the pups to this place made her think of Dash with a minor pang. It'd been a long while since she'd taken the time to miss him, but now it was impossible not to remember how good he had been to her and their family. Loyal and brave until death.

"Do you remember when we used to tear all over this place?" asked Alya, looking up at Hydra with her blue eyes sparkling in amusement. "Who was that old guy who used to tell stories to us? And we would just attack him until he wrestled us instead?" She was remembering Aesop, who had looked after their father in his youth as well. It was strange to think they were off having their own children, now.