It's Never Enough

He was sleeping rather soundly, having fallen into unconsciousness curled up against Zola's similar form. He would remain that way for a good long while, having not been disturbed by whatever it was that had eventually awoken his litter mate. He was dead asleep as she slipped from his grasp, the movement disturbing him while the click of her claws on metal would bring him fully back to life. Bright blue eyes would blink as he watched her slip from the entrance of the ship, finding himself curious about where she was going.

Eagerly he too would rise from the cold substance beneath him, long legs pushed beneath him as she strode forward and out into the night. He would follow down the shore, his maw silent as he watched her sit, bringing himself up behind her to do the same. A sleepy smile would be offered to her, wondering silently what she was thinking. He was slightly less disturbed by his new half-siblings. They were amusing to torture, but other than that he avoided all contact. Still also unsure what they were worth to their father.

The pale boy would nuzzle into his sister's neck, a silent question as he settled beside her.