Grateful that he didn't have to wait long, Zephyr reclined to his haunches and sat, leaning his weight on his right side to avoid his injured paw. He wasn't going to flop down and make himself comfortable until he knew his mate and child were safe here - though he was starting to wonder if anywhere around here was all that safe for them. Perhaps not much had changed over the years.. the very thought made his stomach burn and the corners of his lips twitch irritably.
His expression softened considerably upon seeing his daughter bounding toward him happily. It shifted into a broad, playful grin, the sort of expression only his youngest child could earn from him so easily. "Ah, there's my girl!" He boomed happily, only wincing slightly when she tackled into him, readjusting his weight as he buried his snout into her chest and nuzzled her deeply. "I didn't know when you two left for a nighttime play-date that you'd be gone so long. Next time, invite me, why don't you?" He was teasing, grinning all the while as he subtly looked over Caelestis to make sure she'd gone unharmed, and to his pleasure she seemed fine.
Of course, his call didn't go unnoticed by one of the wolves that lived here. Someone of high ranking, perhaps? It was hard to tell immediately, but they certainly didn't seem a stranger here, walking with confidence toward him. He pulled back slightly from his daughter, nose wrinkling as he regarded Sparrow with a wary stare. "Name's Zephyr. My wife's here too, I presume?" He asked gruffly - knowing that Caelum would have his hide for being rude to wolves who were possibly offering them refuge, but also not feeling particularly friendly. His distaste for packs had only grown stronger as of late, but if his family was here, alive and well, then.. meh. It was better than them being back in Dragoste's lands, that was for sure.
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