Moonspear I'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top

Mira nearly skidded to a halt when the fur along her spine rose, a telling sign that she was being watched. The child turned towards the entrance, distracted from her sister now. There was another dark wolf, like mother, blue-eyed, and yet he smelled not of the milk that she had drank for some time. Curiously she toddled forward towards him, blue eyes gazing up unreadably at the stranger.