Rio was all revved up to frolic with this beautiful boy; sometimes it was hard to play with her other siblings because they were the same size and age as she, and tired out quickly. She didn't hold it against them; she was simply a ball of energy when happiness was upon her, and the three of them couldn't keep up. She'd never played with any big wolves other than Papa. But they had to finish what they were talking about, and then they could play. After she spoke, she stared at him with wide eyes, very curious as to why his face had suddenly become so funny-looking. His jaws were parted, his ears flat; he looked like Harlowe did when something surprised him. The girl's brow furrowed as she studied him, and then he spoke words that explained why his mood had so quickly shifted to one of such blatant shock.
He seemed to have forgotten how to talk properly, because he spoke with breathy, uncertain gaps between his words. But she was patient; yep, she'd wait for him to get it right. When he finally did, Rio froze entirely, her little muscles tightening and her eyes growing even wider. Was he playing a joke on her? But that wasn't a nice thing to do; he was a nice wolf, and wouldn't do such a thing to her. She decided that he was completely serious. He appeared almost upset to the little girl, perhaps sorrowful - though she may have been perceiving his expression wrongly. "But... how? Why hasn't Mama and Papa told me they has more babies?" Of course, she didn't yet understand the concept of half-siblings; to her, siblings always shared both parents. It didn't occur to her that Haven could have a different father; what taboo.
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