There was no doubt a difference between the pair, just as there had been a difference between the children as a trio. Salvia would always be the dominant force, and Pandemic always following her lead—but this suited her just fine. Her larger, quieter brother was a constant reassurance of having someone else there. She did not know loneliness, and likely never had. The puppy’s horizon would never grow as large as the world; she had no desire to exist outside of the places she knew, where she was always protected, always mighty. Outside was dangerous; her brother seemed to recognize this too, in his own way.
Pandemic’s expression made his face look funny, which brought a little giggle from her mouth. At his movement, she allowed him to nip her ear. A low and playful puppy growl came from her throat as she reared up on her haunches, lifting her paws to strike him in the shoulder. Wretch could hide as long as she wanted, Salvia thought bitterly. She would have her brother all to herself, and that was now what mattered most. She wouldn’t lose him, not in the shadows of their home or in this sunlit world.
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