Moonspear who are you

his sister asked a grimmer questioned than he, though both were answered. acrux listened as anaa explained, baby blues tracing over the thin line that formed a frown on his mother's lips. he was an observant boy, and stepped forward to brush along the pale fur of anaa in a comforting embrace. he did not know why she might be sad, but hoped a hug might help. 

as far as he understood, there was no reason to be upset. everyone who had come here had been healed. that was a good thing, was it not?