The Beauty I Cannot See

It would be the sound of his sister as she approached that pulled him from lingering thoughts. Azael would turn to see her standing beside him, for the first time since they were born into the world, he would hear her voice. He would gaze at her, astounded that he would be the first she spoke to. She was always so shy and quiet, and the thought that she chose to talk to him first made his heart elate into a feeling of happiness. The usually angry boy would turn soft, if only for this moment, and reach out to her. His muzzle found her small frame, a feeling of protectiveness overwhelming him as he pressed against her small body. He gave her a lick on her cheek, tail wagging slightly as he looked in understanding. As young as they were, they still held feelings and thoughts of their own. And the feeling was mutual, it seemed. For the pair missed their father.

"It's nice to see you, Sarka. I thought I was the only one that missed daddy...momma doesn't talk about him. What do you think happened?" He wanted to know so badly where their father had gotten. Even more so why they had come here. He wanted to go back to his old den. Wanted to return to the place they called home. He knew that perhaps, that's where his father was. Would Sarka want to go with him to look? The thought hadn't crossed his mind until now, and he wondered. Mismatched gaze stared at the pool of water, the boy not close enough to fall in, but close enough to see below it's depths. He swallowed back the thought, but it was too good to pass up. "Sissy, do you wanna go look for dad?" He turned to look at her again, his gaze serious.
"Speech"
'thoughts'