She really was bright red, brighter than his russet and auburn Ebony siblings, and he blinked as he marveled at it. He hadn't known it was even possible for a wolf to be that color. She even had red eyes too. She demanded, not asked, for his name, but he wasn't offended. Some of his sisters could be pretty bossy, too, and it never bothered him. "My name is Hephaestus Olympus," he replied solemnly. "My mother is Virgil Olympus, the Empress of Olympus." He didn't say so with pride, but just stating a fact as he'd been taught it. "What's your name?"
