The brown wolf whined at the mention of his sister, lifting his head and starting to pace between the door and Megara. One would expect him to be worried about the white wolf, and though he knew Megara may not be in any shape to help, he still hoped. After a few times going back and forth, he settled back down beside Megara once more, staring up at her. He knew Kissimi wouldn't ask; she had a habit of never asking when she needed help. He already liked Megara and would share this with Kissimi on a later date, as well as the information about the Holocron he had overheard.