Blood Is Blood, That�s Family

The smaller woman backed down, her crimson gaze looking almost... confused. Not that is mattered, as long as the tri toned femme's point had been put across she couldn't care if the stranger burst into tears. Icy optics flicked over the brown form, wondering what might have brought this wolf here. The scent bore some form of familiarity, but she couldn't place it, and couldn't be bothered to rack her mind in an attempt to do so. Her only goal was to discern the reason for the wolfess' presence, which was not yet forthcoming. The sound of footsteps behind her, and an irritated set of masculine vocals snapped at her.
Loki came onto the scene quickly enough, all charm and smiles. A grunt of irritation and disdain was shot back from the cerulean eyed she wolf, who then resumed her usual posture. Her ebony hackles fell, and she looked away. If the onyx man had this covered, she had no reason to be here. Though, the presence of an unknown cousin was somewhat intriguing. She hadn't met this relative, and was coming to find that she had many in this place. What was so great about it here anyways? A silvery puff of mist would escape her charcoal sensor as she scanned the landscape. The ensuing conversation between the two older wolves fell into the background as azure pools locked onto a small form slogging across the snow. Rounded, odd ears marked the little wolf as Arnporr, one of her younger cousins.
Just then the small frame slumped into the snow, curling up on itself pitifully. The vocals of the stranger announced this just moments after, but Dyani was already on it. Powerful paws ghosted over the snow, a thin layer of ice having formed as temperatures rose and fell over time. Her crown would fall between her shoulders as she regarded the little one warily. "What's wrong, Arnporr?" Gruff melodies would inquire, trying to be gentle but failing quite miserably. Tenderness wasn't her strong suit, unless her brother was involved. It was easier with him, he had known her all their lives and he had needed her gentleness on many occasions- nightmares and sicknesses, hunger pains and injuries. She would stop a short distance from the youngster, ice toned optics scanning over her frame curiously. Cranium would lower further, nostrils flaring to find scents betraying sickness.

"Speech"