Alexander
we are, all of us, free men.
he is a handsome young lad, busy with trying to bat down on a cricket that had found itself too brave for it’s own good. he would fix it, it was only a matter of whether or not the cricket would be alive afterwards. he can hear noises, but what ultimately captures his attention is that there is a distinct empty space where his strangely colored sister used to be. His obsessive and larger brothers seem as aloof of the world in their nap as his mother and while ankh has taken to troublesomeness, he finds that he doesn’t mind to go exploring with an excuse of bringing ankh back where mother had wanted her to be in the first place.
“ankh!” he hisses after her in a whisper as she plows into something beyond the mouth of the den and hidden behind the little divider that served as a front wall to the den. “ankh! mommy will be sore!” he snarl-yips, bolting over his brothers to find himself not only out of the den, but facing some fantastically colored pups that he believed h might have recognized in the one or two times that he had peeked through the door and past uncle neirin’s den and that strange smelling black female towards where the herbs smell seemed to practically billow.
“hey!” he snaps at the sight of vladimir and camilla with their sister until panzer speaks and introduces himself. “she’s my sister. she’s ankh, i’m alexander.” he says, strong and daring, garnering a intrigued look from the white child before he fixes his eyes on the red pup who had rebutted his sister’s complaint. “don’t talk to her like that.” he yip-snarls again, paws splayed only a little before looking to ankh, “that girl is right… mommy won’t be happy with you, you know...”