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The boy was mere steps form the den’s mouth, and yet he felt like he was far beyond his home. There was little comfort in the familiar ground he stood upon, as he stood alone. Everything was different. The tall coyote turned as he heard the boy’s small call. His voice was high in puppish tone, yet his words were not loud and bold. Each he spoke was chosen carefully, taking the rushed emotion from their syllables. Clumsy steps brought Honor to his sire, and there was concern in the things that he said, though not in his tone. Honor was used to hearing the words spoke without the animation of his father’s voice. It seemed like Dadaidh had only one.
“Nothing... Its early.” He answered his creator as duel colored orbs looked up to see his uncovered face. Dadaidh had eyes unlike the rest of them, though just as dark as the single black eye both Honor and Chastity held. Yet at times they were covered with the same sort of cloak that the rest of his body chose to wear. But, in the dawn of day Honor looked up to see the ink dots that he had received only half of. It was a comfort to see the gaze of his father, though in a moment they were torn away from his thoughtful stare to look down at the coat he carried.
Honor approached, and in a small instant the stoic nature of the youth was removed. His nose was pressed against the fabric as his Dadaidh spoke to an unseen creature. But the smell, just a faint scent beyond the spicy odor of Onus, was unmistakably his twin. On his hind paws the boy fought to catch sight of the hiding sister. Her voice drove his search just short of frantic, and his voice spoke to her. “Chastity, where are you going?” Was she leaving? Honor thought for the briefest of moment. No, had they planned a trip? Dadaidh leaving was normal, expected. She going with him, he didn’t understand.