Archer watched with poorly concealed awe as even
more wolves filtered into the clearing. Daa had a lot of friends! Some of them seemed familiar, and he chalked this up to being family. They must be, right? To all be together like this? He glanced up at Maa, then turned his gaze to watch the sobbing girl with disapproval even as his soft-hearted brother toddled across the small space to try to comfort her.
Ah, Eros, he thought fondly, even as he frowned at the other three wolves their size. One of them had arrived on her own. Did she not have a Maa or Daa to be with her? She seemed a lot calmer than the others that had drawn Eros's attention, and for a moment Archer thought about going to sit by her. Instead, his Daa started talking and the younger Valle brother turned his attention back to him.
He recognized his Maa's name, and cataloged the other names to match them to faces later. It was easier with the other children, because Daa pointed each of them out. The unimpressively dramatic girl was Margo, and the boy next to her was Oleander. Archer felt that was quite a mouthful. His chest puffed out proudly when he himself was introduced, and he shot a glance at Eros when he too was named.
The last girl, the one who'd come alone, was different. She was Daa's sister? But Daa was so
old! How could he have a sister the age of his children?
Hazelnut.
Archer was once again distracted by his father explaining that the sobber and the mouthful were his brother and sister. His brow furrowed. If they were his siblings, then why weren't they with their Maa? Then he understood; the one who'd come with them, who was comforting Margo even as Eros did the same, was their Maa. She must be the Clover Daa mentioned, right?
His brow furrowed further. Why did Daa have other kids? Were he and Eros not good enough for him?
Well then. Archer would just have to prove that he was better than the rest of them, wouldn't he?
Archer is very haggard and thin; it is obvious he is not doing well.