And here I give you the stars

Sirius had never had siblings, and well he had sometimes secretly counted Deathbelle as his sister, the gulf between them had always been too vast. Still, he chuckled softly and ruffled her coat with affection. “That they are” he agreed, thinking more of sons then brothers. Raising the boys was a challenge, Mort with his lack of courage, and Azure with his lack of sense. Indigo’s quiet love for growing things made his easy to manage, and Asla’s similarities to him made her easy to love.

“A ghost rock, eh?” he mused, wondering what details her imagination had captured up. Had she found a turtle perhaps? A log with a tail… a flat tail at that, a beaver? He could only guess. Perhaps she would show him the coats, and he could spread the horizons of her knowledge then.

He settled into the center of her curved room, letting the dark night and the soft sound of his daughter soothe him. “You’re already soft!” he teased, reaching out a paw to grab her, and very gently poking her with his feline claws, tickling her instead of hurting. “Look at this soft hide!” he teased. “Teaching Pip is a lesson in and of itself, and I'm proud you're grasping it quickly.” he said