I am already keen on watching her facial expressions. This dark girl before me is something to be analyzed and understood, if not only for her claim that she is sister like Vesper. My young mind does allow for the possibility that she is just saying words. I wonder deep down, if everyone speaks the truth. I know that I am capable of telling lies. I know I can say whatever words I want in any order I want, but that would be nothing but...chaos. I have learned to structure words, place them in certain spots in relation to other words, but I know that I could, in essence, make up things to trick others. I have no exactly done so yet, but the thought has crossed my mind. For now, I will wonder about her as I allow my violet eyes touched with blue to linger on her wrinkling visage.

I allow my brother to approach first to sniff. I can get a good enough sniff from here, thanks. I keep my gaze locked onto her, my eyes taking her in and not allowing her to leave. I find much value in taking in every little distinction about her. I think I tend to relish in the sense of sight, over the senses of smell. She speaks, and I naturally let my ears perk forward to listen. She claims to be a sister, one of mother and father. I blink, still bit wary of her claims. I do not understand why she was not there like Judas and Vesper. Why did she not live in the den like my other siblings? Maybe there is much about this society I do not understand yet. Maybe, I wish for a certain amount of closeness with my siblings, and I feel that there is a failure to connect on a deeper level with this so-called sister, whose look reminds me of being left cold in the dirt.

My brother then announces his name, giving away exactly who he is to her. A name is important, an identifier so others can speak of you. And yet, it is not important. Mother has a name, although she cannot speak it. She does not need names. I have learned much from the silence of my mother, and the true important things in life. I puff out my grey chest, sliding next to my brother with eyes wary, but confident. I am wary of her, but I am not scared of her. Maybe, I was completely ignorant in this moment of time. Ignorant of the fact that she was fully capable of killing me if she wished. Maybe that is where a basis for my wariness lingers. Maybe not. I cannot tell, not at this time.

She then leans her head in to sniff me, my own nose wrinkling slightly before I lean in slightly myself to get a good wiff. I only blink at her, her smell something foreign and yet somewhat familiar. I cannot fully fathom it right at the moment. She then speaks again, mentioning the ocean and I immediately felt the boy surging through my brother's body. I tilt my head around to look at him, my own excitement about the ocean more hidden for this moment. I do not see why she needs to show us, it is indeed right there, that big blue? The Judas whispers to my ear, giving reason to go with her. Less trouble? I am not sure how he determines that we would get into less trouble, but I will take it. If this larger sister could get in trouble for us, then she can follow us everywhere. I then smile, my tail wagging slightly as I give him a silent but confident nod.

My brother speaks, asking her to show it to us, but I find that there is a certain lack of conviction in his statement. I step forward myself, feeling as if I could take advantage of her offer.

"Yes, show us this ocean. We were going to go look anyway."" I say, my head up high as Judas goes forward, aiming to grasp this new sister and pull her forward. I only lift my muzzle slightly higher, proud that my brother is taking charge of this other sister. We do not need her, not truly, but if she is to be around, I suspect that we will run the show, Judas and I. Maybe that is my ignorance talking, or maybe I am already developing dominant traits that run in my bloodline.