Juna opened the door of her house with a smile and greeted Brennan with a huge hug. She had the same dark black locks with a tendency to wave that he did which she wore shoulder length. Her eyes were darker than his, almost black, and her features were finer. She was tall, but Brennan still towered over her. Brennan lifted her off the ground and set her down with a whump.
“How’s my favourite sister doing?” He teased.
“Good, thanks, the pups are getting on my last nerve, I’m glad the snow is thawing because I’m running out of ideas to entertain two lively sets of twins inside.” As if on cue, two boys around six years old came thundering down the stairs to greet their uncle with sticky hands and missing socks. Brennan bent down to scoop them up and he lifted them with ease.
“Toby, Georg
