Changes

His brother and sister both followed him, though Lyra took it a step further to frisk around the tall stranger. Their mother's words to them - that this was their father - caused Aquila to come alert, and to turn his attention to study the stranger further. Their mother had never really lied to them before, so he had no reason to think she was now, but now that he was paying attention it was far more obvious. There was Lyra’s coloration, and the eyespots she and Ares both bore. There, the purple eyes she and Aquila bore, and the blue that was Ares’ eyes, albeit much more saturated than Ares’ pale silvery color. There was the shimmery color-changing nature that all three pups bore that their mother didn’t, and more telling of all, the male had long fangs like Ares.

No claws like Lyra though - Aquila checked - but where there was one mutation why not a propensity for another? The male certainly didn’t look pleased to meet them, and Aquila had the sneaking suspicion that he hadn’t known about them. Still, regardless of if their father was pleased or not, Aquila was. He sat up as straight and tall as his small frame could go. “I am pleased to meet you, sir,” he told the male earnestly, lavender eyes wide with intense scrutiny.