The appearance of his Ebony siblings cheered Hephaestus. First Kassander, whose non-violent tendencies had always meshed well with Hephaestus' own fear of harming others, then Svetlana, who was accompanied by a fox much like the one he vaguely recalled that her mother had when they were young. The fox greeted him (ooc: assuming it is him?) in a strange manner, and the young fire-touched wolf blinked at her a moment. "Hello," he said finally in return. He didn't want to be rude to Svet's friend, after all. "I'm Hephaestus. I'm Svetlana's brother. It's nice to meet you Korrin."
But then Sigmarr appeared, and spoke words of full of dread.
Hephaestus allowed his mother to gather him close, but the news Sigmarr had brought just bewildered him. "Mama's gone?" he asked, though Sigmarr had already answered the question, and it was purely rhetorical. He didn't know what to think, what to feel. Raisa had been a big part of his early puphood, but it had been so long since he'd seen her that it was almost like she'd already been gone, and people were just now getting around to telling him. It would probably hit him later, but... His copper eyes flicked to Sindri, the youngest, the fragile one. He'd always been worried about her, always most careful with her, caring for her more than any of than any of the siblings other than Gaia.
He squirmed free of his mother's embrace and paced over to the smaller wolf. He didn't touch her, didn't try to engage her, he just sat near her. His fiery gaze fixed on his big paws, but his attention was on Sindri. He wanted to offer her comfort, sympathy, but he didn't know how. Sindri had always been a little touchy that way. He just wanted to make sure she knew he cared.
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