She was meeting a lot more faces now that she had moved back up into Boreas. It was also a lot hotter down there then up in Boreas. Over all she was enjoying it a lot more then Auster. She still had yet to find which way to get back to Abaven (or realist she was near it), but someday she would be able to get back there to be reunited with her family. She wanted to see her mother and siblings again. She didn't plan to stay in Abaven, in fact she didn't plan to really stay in any pack at this point. She liked her freedom to much at this point in her life and she needed to get more traveling done to satisfy that. She had just finished a meal, buried the remains, and cleaned off her fur. She had decided that she wanted to lounge a little before taking off on her next journey. She didn't often plan out her journey's so there was no telling where exactly she would go or if she would get into trouble along the way. Moving along quietly the women made her way through the brush. Dipping and weaving her body to avoid making noises. She was looking for a decent spot to settle down for a while without drawing attention from others. While moving she had crossed with a fresh deer trail and not just one deer. Even though she had just ate she curiously fallowed it. It didn't take her long for the herd to come into view, a nice view to have while she relaxed. So she found a nice spot and settled down, watching the small herd of white tailed deer before her. Now that it was autumn the days were a lot more tolerable. "Derecho Talk", & 'Derecho Think"

He had spent his night underneath the coverage of a weeping willow within the mangrove the night prior, and to his pleasant surprise... there was something about the mangrove that made it come alive in autumn. Between the fireflies and the glow of the foliage beneath the moon, everything about the mangrove seemed quite mystical and otherworldly. It didn't surprise him, as... it wasn't too far from the gates that led to the Underworld within Mount Volkan.

He could feel the presence of spirits here, and he could feel the threads of fate being woven by them as he enjoyed his stay beneath their trees and among their soil. He felt energized and inspired when he awoke and wasted no time looking for an outlet to pour that energy into it, lest he became.. bored and unsatisfied.

His toes were strong as they gripped the healthy soil, pulling him along vigilantly at the end of his long, well-muscled limbs that held markings very similar to Derecho's own. It wasn't until he crossed paths with the trails of a herd of deer that he slowed down and began tracking, and it wasn't long after that when he noticed the tracks of another wolf who appeared to be doing the exact same as he.

His thick skull lowered, his square muzzle hovering above the bent grass left in the pawprints of the woman he echoed. Her scent was alarming, to say the least.. so very much akin to his own and to Storm's.. he had a feeling this was one of the daughters Storm spoke of, but he did his best not to get ahead of himself just yet. He followed the scent of her quietly, focused on the hope of finding his daughter over finding the herd. What he found was something unexpected, as.. she didn't appear to be hunting, she appeared to be observing the deer.

From a distance, he watched her as she looked on to the herd, his eyes eventually trailing over to them as well. They stuck so close to one another as they grazed, their long legs never seeming to move without grace as they moved around from one another. For now, predator and prey seemed to be at peace.. and that was something the hunter hadn't experienced in quite some time. He lowered his skull, aligning it with his spine as he moved in fluid fashion toward the girl he'd been following. He could only see the side of her face, but already.. those markings and that mane stuck out to him. She was a beautiful mix between the two of them, holding his tones and the faint outlines of the markings that made up his pelt- yet with the gloss of white inherited from her mother that kept her looking... pure. And what a purity she was, sitting here.. harmlessly watching the deer that the fiend was preying upon just moments ago.

"Good morning," he called out to her in hushed tones, hoping not to disturb the deer.

This place was surprisingly peaceful, quiet, and yet she felt so mysteriously energized. If it wasn’t for being weighed down by the injured fawn she had feasted on she might have the drive to simply chase this herd around for pure sport. Her silver-blue eyes intently watched the prey, so unaware of her presence. It was strange at how at peace the deer were with her not that far from her, but it gladly gave her something to do as she digested for a bit. Her thoughts pulled to her family again. Thinking of her mother, her sisters, and her brothers. After all this time would they still be welcoming of her? She was sure her mother would, but her siblings she wasn’t to sure. The boys always seemed to hate her and back then she was cocky and highly independent to the point she had little time for them. Thinking back now she regretted being that way, not spending more time with them. She liked her freedom but the loneliness is what made it hard.

Then the reoccurring question surfaced within her mind, one that always came up when it came to her family. She hadn’t been around to find out why her true father wasn’t in the picture. Bass acted as one, but she knew the light colored male was not her father. Like any child she dreamed about what her father looked like, acted like, and even smelled like. What was his name? Where did he come from? So many questions and no answers to satisfy her thirst for knowledge. If she saw her mother again she would surly ask, but the hard thing was her mother was blind so what knowledge she would have still wouldn’t satisfy the young women’s mind. She wanted to meet the man herself, no matter what kind of creature he was. She focused herself back on the herd, not wanting to dwell on things she couldn’t get answers to, besides that wouldn’t be relaxing.

She could hear the quiet approach of the male, he was downwind from her and came in the same way she did. He must be looking for a decent breakfast and fallowed the herd also. Her ears remained alert, but she was still as a statue as she watched the herd and tracked the male’s movements. When the movements came to a stop close to where she was her body tensed ever so slightly, since her run in with Deamon she was being more cautious around strange men. Then he called out a greeting in a hushed tone, one that didn’t disturb the herd that was close to them she turned her head towards him her silvery blue eyes looking over his face then to his scars. He was a respectable distance so she wasn’t worried just yet.

”Good morning, looking for breakfast?” she greeted in hushed tones as well not wanting to scare the herd away.

As she asked him if he was looking for breakfast, he gave the herd of deer in the distance a quick glance. The moment just seemed so serene, and he had no doubt he'd be able to track them down again when he was ready. His head lifted slightly, ears perking atop his marred crown as his eyes found her own once again. She looked so much like Storm, with the diluted red Praetor eyes shining through. It was bittersweet, the discovery of his beautiful daughter- and the knowledge that he wasn't really a part of her life.

"No, I was looking for you." He wasn't sure how to word what he was thinking, but he decided to start off with making himself seem less intimidating if he could manage it. He lowered his chest to the grass beneath him and let his forelimbs reach out ahead of him, scarred chest nearly hidden behind verdant blades. He sprawled out in the grass, minimizing his height as he looked on to Derecho.

"May I ask for your name?" He knew it was rude to ask for a name without offering one, but the act wasn't without reason. He was worried she might know him by name and be deterred from answering his question. Slightly manipulative, but the curiosity about all of his children had a powerful pull on his morality, and only seemed to be growing stronger as the days went by. His facial expressions softened as his chin tucked closer to his neck, aimed downward as he observed every little detail in her response.

Her eyes watched him, curious of the large man before her. Eyes took in the scars on his head, the scars on his face, and the ones on his chest. Yet he didn't look like he was that old, really. Most scarred wolves she would expect to be around her mothers age and older, but he didn't seem to be around that age, there didn't look to be any mark of old age on him. When his eyes looked back to her she was able to fully take in those red eyes of his. His reply to the question was vary unexpected and it was her natural instinct to tense up. After her run in with Daemon she was weary of larger males and with those words it put her on edge. Her eyes stared into his trying to read the meaning behind those words. Then he lowered his body to the ground, minimizing his height as if making himself look less intimidating. It made her muscles relax, but mentally she was still alert and on edge. He looked back to her before asking for her name and she looked into his eyes again. This was strange, but vary curious at the same time. She wanted to know why he was here, why he was looking for her, so many questions buzzed within her mind. Did he know her family some how and that's why he was looking for her? She didn't see any malice or ill intent in those eyes. "Derecho Wreckage and who are you?" she replied. She didn't know if there was a reason he didn't introduce himself first or not. Something about this meeting so far seemed odd and she couldn't shake it, nor could she bury her curiosity. "Derecho Talk", & 'Derecho Think'

She stated her name and it nearly sent a shiver down his body, though he suppressed the feeling save for the summoning of life to his fur. All along his spine, his hackles prickled slowly- only adding to the mass that was the titan. He knew from her scent alone that she was his daughter, but hearing her confirm it with her name only seemed to make his heart beat even faster. She was alive, healthy, and utterly beautiful- a perfect blend of both of her parents and for a moment, Elias simply stood and watched her in awe while inspiration swelled in his chest.

He wanted her to know who he was, even if his past mistakes were something that she was aware of or might resent him for. They were the reason for her existence, and though he was not proud of what he did to Storm- he was proud of her, of her beauty, of her serenity, of her innocent, and of the blood that flowed in her veins. He lifted his head, ears rising with pride as he made his decision. "Who am I...?" He stated quietly, though his next set of words were spoken with a greater declaration. "Elias Praetor by name, your father by relation. I have been looking for you."