Moonspear a golden crown

She moved to introduce them as the last pup joined the fray of investigation, and he looked upon them gently with interest as she gestured. Two dark, two light, four bundles of wild energy let loose to encircle and weave between his legs, beneath a towering form they had not yet met. His heartstrings were pulled, perhaps needless to say, words sundered away from anything he could have said with meaning.

He let actions speak for him instead, his muzzle sweeping low for a much closer survey. More for them than himself; he was braced for a clumsy assault, for whatever little nipping things that children were wont to do. There was the scraping of blunt milk teeth across his chin—presumably one of them already mistaking that for an ankle—and he felt another make mark at his actual ankle, having followed Hydra's gesture.

An amused puff escaped him as he turned slowly to follow in the wake Osiris blazed around him, only to be cut off by Vega's appearance from beneath him. There was plenty of movement, plenty of excitement, and plenty of wonder written across his face as he marveled at them. There was nary a moment to consider his own upbringing, nor a thought spared to wonder if he had ever been so excited in his life to see another. He simply stayed in the present, his tail still swaying gently, and at last brought his gaze to Hydra with a sure, grateful smile.

The uncertainty left him then. They were his, too.