Children. They were at the forefront of the Re's mind since the challenge. Did Isardis know about the children he had with Cataleya, or Argent? What about the ones that Maija was carrying? It sent a coiling snake of rage through his mammoth frame anytime that he thought about the bastard albino touching any of his children. He knew that Cataleya would probably kill Isardis if he ever thought about touching her spawn, but he still couldn't help but feel utterly useless. How was he supposed to protect any of his children if he couldn't even see them? Damn Isardis. Damn him to the deepest, darkest pits of hell, may he rot and burn in them for the rest of eternity. One day, one day the pale beast would pay for all that he did; karma didn't let everyone get away unscathed.
It was with these thoughts in mind that the Re would patrol his borders, slowly ambling along the invisible line between his kingdom and the rogue lands. Despite having assigned a few of his members the rank of border patrol, the titan couldn't break his habit of patrolling the borders. It was a comforting habit, something he could do without even really having to use his eyesight. Not that he could anyway now, but it was something that his body was accustomed to doing, something habitual. And it was as he was making his rounds that a scent he hadn't caught in a while wafted into his nostrils; Cataleya. Without breaking stride, the titan would continue forward until her scent overpowered his senses. Cataleya? He called out, frame coming to a halt, massive skull lifting in the direction where her scent was coming from, waiting to hear if she would stop or respond.
