Hi, Hello, I'm Home.

Chaos was making the rounds 'round the Range when a very familiar scent rose from the border. "Lyra," he breathed. At first a wave of excited glee hit him - his daughter was home! And then... "Lyra..." a familiar sound of exasperation, when he realized that she was playing around with pushing the limits of the pack border. That girl! She was playing with fire, since the only wolves in the pack likely to recognize her scent were him, Ares, and Valentine. Any of the old Niente wolves would likely bite first, ask questions later unless she was lucky enough for them to connect the dots, so to speak, and compare her eye markings to his own and the other Saxe and Imperalis wolves. Even Valentine, for that matter, might choose to take the matter of her discipline into his own paws - he'd been disinclined to put up with naughty behavior in his pups as they were growing up, and he'd only gotten more crotchety with age. Chaos huffed out an aggrieved sigh and set off along the sent trail in a lope.

Some long minutes passed of following her scent when the long, drawn out call of "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!" set his fur on edge like a cat in alarm. "LYRA!" he roared in return, charging ahead with his fangs bared, fully prepared to save his pup from harm.

.... only to find her sitting there quite unharmed and alone.

He skidded to a halt, still bristling and snarling, whipping his head back and forth to seek the danger to Lyra, but found nothing. His blood was slow to cool, his hackles slow to lower, but finally his gaze fell from seeking a fight to rest on his only daughter quizzically. "Lyra," he repeated again, with that same old exasperation coloring the word.