Deepwood Weald if we shine

In peering expectantly down at the mottled boy to await his answer, he did not see the oncoming bigger one until he had truly made himself known among them. Somewhere in the mix of it all, too, he realized another little one not so far flung from the blossoming situation too, perhaps adding an extra layer of complication here, or not. It was too soon to say for sure. What was going on here, though?

Antares remained planted where he was, only lifting back his head when the older boy came striding up like he had some business to attend. The dark Moonspearian glanced between him, with his bolder shades and marked forehead, then down the dustier-looking pup's subtler hues. They all smelled about the same, so that matched up. Appearances too made him awfully suspect for ties..

Next, he tilted his head, still absorbing this even as some explanation comes forward--about how the little ones are fucking dumb, siblings and all, but the boy rebuked this quickly with a shout. Antares quirked a brow, vaguely amused by this fiery display, and wondered what bigger spots will have to say about that. There a problem..? he asked between them both, though settled on the younger who seemed pretty riled by being titled as such so suddenly. Then again, Antares knew nothing about what was going on behind the scenes wherever they had all come from.