The hammering of his heart resonated in his ears, and he wondered if the look of confusion on Paravana's face was because she could hear it as well, or perhaps because he had come running up to her with her fur askew in a most un-angelic way. But the look did not pass, the puzzlement in her gaze did not fade to sheer joy and excitement as he had thought it would. His brows furrowed in this moment, his enthusiasm at having found her abruptly put in place. Why wasn't she happy to see him? She'd be away from home for so long, with no contact whatsoever made to her family. She, who had once loved nothing more than to sing with her brothers. The way her hackles began to bristle at the sight of him stopped Atlas short, bewildered at her reaction. A moment ago he had wanted nothing more than to howl to the skies that he had found his sister, that he could finally go home and put their mother's worries to rest. But now a newfound worry crept into Atlas' heart. None of this made sense. Not the way she looked at him, not the way her hackles spiked at the sight of him, not the way her lips peeled back to reveal bright white fangs.

He back pedaled a step, thrown off by such an aggressive display, and then their eyes truly met, and for the briefest of moments Atlas felt hope - that he had just startled her and now she realized this was her brother standing before her! Inwardly he chastised himself for his outburst, but in the next moment their eye contact was broken and Paravana was calling out to another. Atlas glanced over his shoulder, remembering that they were not alone. He looked displeased, and suddenly the young gradient hued male's mind was a tumultuous mess. He looked down at the sand, his overcome with troubled thoughts. Was this the wolf that had taken Paravana? And a dozen other similar questions blurred in his mind. It is only the flash of his sister's beautiful pelt as she moved past him towards the other male that snapped him back to reality. She moved behind him, using him as a shield from her brother.

Atlas felt the pit of his stomach fall away as she spoke again, the lyrical tones most certainly those of his long lost sister. But she did not know him, could not remember him. What had happened to her, that she knew her name, but not her own brother? The wolf she had been born and raised beside? And what could he do to remind her? Lost for words, Atlas' slipped with ease into their mother language, that which had been spoken to them since birth. "Paravana, eius me, Atlas...et fratrem vestrum,Paravana, its me, Atlas...your brother." His mind ran over a dozen memories from their childhood, trying to pinpoint something that would confirm such a thing for her. The day when they had met with Yojimbo and Isola stood out in his memory, and he latched onto it. "Non est tamen Diveen maxima fortitudo, sed et regina Song quia factus es?I haven't become Diveen's greatest protector yet, but surely you have become the Queen of Song?"

Stepping forward, he glanced at the male uncertainly. He did not want to push his luck with the brute, but Paravana had been lost to him and their family for so long, he wasn't going to chance losing her again. "She is my sister," he said, half to Underidge, half to himself, as he moved into the water slightly wide of the pair on the side where Paravana stood. Would this Underidge fellow understand how much this meant to him? His need to help her recognize who he was? Perhaps, if he could greet her as angels did, she would remember. He reached forward, wishing to touch his muzzle to hers, even for the most brief of moments, but cautious, not wanting to further upset her.