Yep, It's Mine Alright

It was rare for Ares to call for her. The man- her... what cousin of some sort?- kept to himself often and went to and fro with the waves like any pirate. Sparrow had not problem with his travels. He was her Envy, and he had earned it well. She knew he'd return if she ever needed him to.

But for him to call was another story. He didn't seem urgent or in danger, but Sparrow made haste. When she arrived, it looked as if he had some friends with him- some rather young friends. They weren't quite pups, but not far off- probably around the age of her own kids. So what was he up to? Sparrow quirked a browspot at Ares, a smile looming on her maw, "Who did you steal these from?"