He hadn't told Storm yet. How could he? He was a warrior, he should be a symbol of strength no matter what. He was safety in his own mind to his childhood friend. The slow blurring of his vision was not something he could admit to her just yet. It had started earlier in the season but he hid it from her. He would keep it from her for as long as he could. For the moment it was still only like he had tears in his eyes constantly, blurring everything but clearing up in dimmer lights. How was he supposed to be a healer and protector if he couldn't see? The answer didn't come to him easily.

He padded towards home, crossing a scent that made him pause. Male, and heading straight for his den. Straight for storm. He didn't like that. He knew she hadn't learned to fight as he had, and the scent, he had smelled faintly when he met Storm's daughter. The father? Possibly. He knew Storm had not chose that litter though. She was forced and this male might be the one, come back to do so once more. He moved more urgently forward. His hackles bristled but he held himself back from making much noise. Only his telltale heavy foot falls and his upwind approach would be giving him away. That was more for Storm's benefit though.

As he came upon the den he stopped and looked around. There was no other blur other than storm. Though there was another scent, one that smelled of the male but that was a secondary scent. He pinned his ears and moved to find the source of that scent. He didn't want that male anywhere near his best friend. If he had hurt her in any way Chinook would be making sure he didn't live to do so again. "It was him wasn't it..... did he harm you Storm?"

The poor thing was worn out, weary from his travel with Elias. She ever so gently cleaned him as he snoozed between her paws, the little wolverine pup didn't even have a name yet. The meeting was vary unexpected, but something about it made her feel grateful in a way. He had been a lot different from their last meeting and hopefully that meant whatever was wrong with him was being treated. She had hated that her children never had a true father. She still wasn't sure how she felt about him meeting with his children, but no matter his gift had proved he was trying to make amends and the fact he had tried so hard to track her down. Her children were all adults and it would be up to them to decide if they wanted anything to do with their father, not her. She sighed lightly laying her head on her right paw, protectively shielding her new companion from the son as it slept. Her heart ached as she thought of Blackjack and this wolverine was definitely not him, but she hoped to be good to him and to treat him right. With him being so young she was sure he would outlive her, but that just meant this little pup could be a great companion for someone else. Heavy paw steps made her ears perk and the approach was coming up wind from her. She remained in her relaxed position until he was close enough and he began to speak. She raised her head and quietly nodded. "It was him yes, but no he did not harm me at all," she replied. "Talk" "You" Think

His ears perked at her voice, a low rumble of a growl passing his lips. That male had been here. Had found Storm. HE could of killed her or hurt her for crying out loud and she acted as if it was nothing. His eyes narrowed as he took in the blurs of her form. There was another here, and it was part of the blur that was Storm before him. He was on edge already with the knowledge that she had not called him as soon as the prick had shown his face near her. Did she think she could fight him off any better than she had last time? HE had already made children once what was stopping him from doing so again? Nothing, but Chinook maade a mental note to track down the bastard and see to it he could no longer call himself a man or die trying. He had had the audacity to hurt his best friend, and then return to find her again? The man had some nerve or was a blatant idiot.

"Why didn't you call for me? He could of hurt you again, or worse tried to kill you. And whats stopping him from using your scent now to track down your daughters? Who knows what's truly in the bastards head?" there was true worry in his voice. Tempest and corentine was it were likely to be tracked down and the man might even try to take them to some forsaken land. To try to sully the image of their mother they did have. He'd already proven a murderer and rapist why not a kidnapper too? Chinnok wasn't willing to put anything past him.