I found it. It's mine (Claiming)

Even with his progressively worsening sight, Aryn's sudden departure hadn't gone unnoticed by him for long at all. Veigar had taken to keeping a close eye on her - well, as close of an eye as he could keep on her - even though she was technically one of the wolves he'd always considered to be one of his parental figures. And though things hadn't been terribly exciting in Habari as of late he was determined to make sure things stayed that way, at least when it came to Aryn. He needed her here with him, alive and in one piece, and he knew Recluse would show even less mercy the next time Aryn betrayed her.

With his sight taking a sharp turn for the worse lately he became even more desperate to keep things exactly as they were. He had no control over his failing vision, worsening with each season that passed, but he could fight to keep control of the things around him.

And he would, tooth and nail. As soon as he caught wind of Aryn's scent heading east and away from Habari's lands he felt unease brewing inside his chest, quickly giving way to something more like full-blown panic when he realized she hadn't simply gone somewhere on her own. It'd been a long time since he'd even left the pack borders, though he hoped nobody had paid much mind to it. So far he hadn't aroused any suspicion, not that he knew of at least, and he was determined for things to stay that way for the indeterminate future. If anything, he'd seemed more irritable and distracted as of late, and he hoped he could blame any potential clumsiness on that and nothing else.

Veigar worried though if he found himself having to chase Aryn all over the world, his secret wouldn't stay secret for much longer. He wondered how he even made it to the group that had gathered here without making a complete fool of himself. Lifting his head to scan the group, he found nearly everyone was a blur of color and shapes - only those most familiar to him could he easily make out.

Zeroing in on Aryn he closed the distance between them. Whatever was happening he had no idea, and he was having trouble picking up context clues. There was a fight. He smelled Havoc and Medusa here too, though the rest seemed to be strangers. "Aryn," he greeted from behind gritted teeth as he came up alongside her. There was warmth in his voice, though it was laced with something harder too. "You're not supposed to be here." No longer did his voice possess the softness of youth; it was harder and colder now, his tones deep as he moved to press his nose into her shoulder. Why she was here mattered to him less than making sure she got back home before Recluse realized she was gone, though he had a feeling there was more to the story than her simply fleeing.