Though all of the children were various earth tones, their eyes shared a similar color with varying shades. Salvia’s own took after her mother, but were purer in their green—far too similar to the dead grandfather that had once caused so much strife in the lands. Her fur was not exactly the same as his own had been, but she was a mirrored image through dirty glass. The aggression she displayed now could have been a warning, but she was still a child and still simple in her thoughts. Tail high, the puppy closed the distance to her brother and glared at him.
“I can’t find Wretch and no one will tell me where she is,” she yipped angrily, huffing and frowning in a dramatic fashion. She hated that she had to look up at her brother, but was equally glad for it; he would be able to protect her like their father if there was a need. “Have you seen her?” She asked, green eyes still furious. This had to be a game, and no one was playing fair!
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