Tac had been separated in the cross over, and frankly Félicien was worried about her. The two had only just recently became mates before Threar fell, and he was afraid that somewhere, in the chaos, her brother might have come and did something to her. Féli tried to be strong, to keep a brave face for the little ones despite his own problems. It was when he heard her call at the borders that Félicien found any sort of relief.
Asking Thalos, Arkay, and Farore to stay close to the den he would set off, immediately breaking into a run once he was clear of the den. He wanted, no, he needed to see her! His heart was pounding in his chest, hoping with all his heart that Tac had been safe.
Bi-colored gaze would soften with relief when he saw her. No wounds, no injuries. He would breathe out in relief as he slowed, not stopping until he was at Tac’s side. He would wrap his head around the back of her neck, giving a soft whine. “You worried me.” He would whisper softly to her.