Moonspear hittin' on all sixes

It didn’t take long before a silver streak with shimmering blue eyes appeared before him. She approached happily, striding forward, and flagging her tail in a way that suggested she was not fearful of him at all. The dark Ostrega boy thought that their mother might have informed her newest litter that they would have older siblings visiting, but he wasn’t sure. When the young pup opened her mouth and yipped a greeting as well as a follow-up question, Atlas furrowed his brow thoughtfully and his lips curled with amusement.
 
“We are,” the shade confirmed with her in a rich smoky voice. “I’m your older brother Atlas.”
 
The young Mintaka might have felt like the odd one out of her group, but that wasn’t entirely the case. The children of Hydra and Dirge had been diverse enough. There was a strong majority with dark cloaks and intense blue eyes, but Osiris shared many traits with their father. Altair did too, and he was from the same litter as the ashen girl. Those blue eyes could belong to no one else, he thought to himself.