brush and brush and brush my hair

Any time that anyone touched him, the dire boy's first instinct was still to bite. He doubted that this would ever change and he didn't really mind. That instinct would keep him alive. He didn't bite Siren though. He'd learned to tamp down that instinct where she was concerned. And so, when his tiny sister pressed herself against him in an incredibly thankful embrace, he wrapped one big foreleg around her and held her close. Lowering his muzzle, he snuffled in the top of her golden crown. He was glad that she appreciated his efforts. It would have been horrid had she not liked the gifts.

"We can make other changes as you see fit. More chambers, shelving in the walls. The small den could be used for herb storage if you'd like or we can build you something else." He wanted his little sister to feel useful. He needed her to see her worth. Chimera knew that she felt like a lesser being sometimes even though she tried to hide it from him. He could see. That wasn't what he wanted for her. The way that she held herself reflected upon him. In Chimera's eyes, he was damn near a god. How could his sibling be anything less than a goddess? Siren was beautiful in her tiny, exotic way. Others would no doubt start seeing it soon if she ever left the island. Oh the fights that the future held... he was both looking forward to them and loathing their arrival.