Last Arc Family (Sirius the Jaeger)

Canes Venatici

Soft breaths could be heard from under a pile of thick blankets, the lump rises and falls at a gentle place. The pile rules around from something underneath until a few turfs of white hair slips from under the covers. The moving goes and pauses in intervals until a boy's head fully emerges. He shivers and sneezes at the sudden chilly air of winter, but continues snoozing away. The door to the room slowly creaks open, inch by inch until the opening is big enough for another small body to slip in. The little girl slowly walks up to the bed, careful not disrupt any of the floorboards that creak very easily. She stands at the side, looking at the peacefully sleeping boy.

He looked so wonderful sleeping without a care in the world, completely oblivious and defenseless to any danger that might come his way. Such a shame. The girl pulls down the mask over her face and carefully climbs onto the bed, hovering over the small boy and waiting.

The boy groans at the sudden added weight and shifts a bit, slowly his eyes crack open still heavy with sleep. Who the hell was breathing so heavy?

His vision was still blurry, but it slowly focuses in on a dark mask with a bunch of colorful markings and wild and bushy white hair. Once it registers, the boy was now wide awake and screams out. The masked girl moves away in time to dodge the flailing arm about to clock her in the face, as he tries to scramble out the bed. "Ah! Ahhh! Mom! Mom, hel--Ow!" The girl couldn't contain her laughter anymore and almost pops a lung at seeing her brother end up kiss the floor from a very sloppy escape.

The little boy growls and glares up at her, but it only makes her laugh harder seeing the bright red mark on his forehead and nose. "Not funny, Anastasia!"

"Only because you're not laughing, Alex!" 10-year-old Anastasia lifts off the mask and shakes her head, letting white locks fall down to her shoulders. Her laughs melt to soft giggles, "You should have seen your face and Oh! Screaming out for mom? Priceless!" 7-year-old Alexei huffs and buries his face into the floor again to try and hide away from embarrassment.

Anastasia hops off the bed and stands over her little brother. He made no signs of moving and by his relaxed slow breathing, she assumed he was still tired and was falling asleep again. "Come on, get up," She gently kicks his leg a few times to rouse him, "You have to get ready. We're going hunting."

"So early? I don't even think the sun is up yet, Ana." Alexei whines are muffled into the floor. His father would be so disappointed that his son, who he poured all his training into, was about to fall asleep on the floor and complaining that it was too early to go hunting.

"Early bird gets the worm, Alex," Anastasia says.

"But the second mouse gets the cheese, Ana. And this mouse," Alexei lifts a hand and points down at himself. "Wants to get more sleep."

"You're not a mouse. You're a wolf. Now come on!" Anastasia turns him onto his back and grabs a leg, dragging him along the wooden floor. "We have to get ready, they're not going to wait forever on us."

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Alexei was finding it very hard to fight off sleep as he was brushing his teeth. His head dipped down a few times and his body leaned forward too much that he had to catch himself from falling onto his face, again. Why do they have to go out so early? The Saigas are probably not even awake and grazing yet.

"Head up, Alex." A hand reaches from behind and grabs his chin, lifting up Alexei's dipping head. Alexei snaps back and the hand moves away from his chin to his hair and ruffles it. "And do something with this hair."

Alexei whips around and glares at his other sister, 12-year-old, Maria. "Nothing's wrong with my hair. I have you know, the woman in back in Dogville find my messy hair very adorable."