Luneshale Pass the colour of led

Something was wrong with his brother. Apollo, a spitfire from the first, didn't stop to ask questions when he caught sight of the man prodding around Delos. He launched himself with a snarl toward the older wolf, not caring if Soto was a familiar face or not. He wasn't family — and he was making trouble, the way Apollo saw it.

So he lunged, puppy teeth bared, careless of the consequences.