Little Bit of This. Little Bit of That.

His ability to follow his sister or go out alone had mostly to do with who was supposed to be keeping their eye on them. Getting away from Siren was the most difficult, then Dalila, and then Chimera. Albion certainly appreciated the free hand the man allowed his children to have within the island. Of course they were protected always, no one made it to the island and even less made it through their dad. That was usually the best time to catch the boy following after his sister. He did not enjoy being scolded, and did whatever he could to get out of being in trouble with an adult.

His steps were confident now, huge paws leaving easily traceable prints in the sand. His ivory tail swayed at his hips as glass blue eyes found his sister’s long furred form near the surf. The massive full moon shone down on them, a welcome reprieve from the harsh sun. Alion already preferred a nocturnal life. The nights were strange, or so he was told, with all of the added glowing around them. Specks of light floated around them, glowing sand fleas buried themselves in the surf, and strangest of all was the ghostly figure that rose from the ocean in front of his sister.

Albion froze, mouth held open and eyes staring for a long moment before shuffling closer. Unable to do anything but let the curiosity get the better of him. Before he realized the boy was standing beside Scylla.

"Albion Klein"