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She was met with a tawny ball of fur. Rannoch peeped his head out, and the girl could not help but smile as the boy endearingly toddled closer to her – pudgy paws and all. He seemed confused, his voice questioning her as dah – something she would have taken for ‘dad,’ and yet the girl did not connect the confusion to stem from her eyes – the very same in which Scimitar had passed down upon her. Instead, she took such a baby slur, and she tipped her muzzle slightly to the side.

The boy instead focused upon the antler, and without hesitation, tiny teeth made to latch upon the prize, and she was met with an imploring gaze. She would have eagerly made the trade for a kiss, but was soon distracted by a dark pup – the final of the two.

Cypress, she assumed, was far more vocal about her visit – and a wolfish brow arched as the boy firmly spoke the word ‘no.’ With a tiny bark, he bounced forward, ears alert, and began to investigate her. She released her hold upon the bone, her own nose twitching as she made to touch it to her younger brother’s own tiny nose – before allowing him to chew at her face. “Allure,” she introduced, her smile widening at the welcome wagon she received. “Sister.”