Try as he might, he was unable to get the images of his eldest children's faces out of his head from the day he had returned. None of them had looked pleased to see him and it was rather heartbreaking to see that. But then again, he understood why they reacted the way he did. From what Song had been telling him, things had gotten pretty difficult during his leave and his eldests had tried to help out as much as they could, but things had gotten much too strenuous. He should've been there to help his wife run the pack like he had been doing before he'd gotten struck with the illness. But he hadn't and now his children probably hated him. What would his parents think of they knew how he was taking care of him family? Would they be disappointed as well?
Guilt weighed heavily on the man's shoulders as he sat, ebony and ivory ears catching the sound of paw-steps. Skull would turn towards the sound, bi-colored eyes falling across the figure of his daughter Canta. She looked like a dear frozen in the presence of a predator. There was a hint of discomfort about her posture, as if she didn't want to be there. Dark features would fall pathetically and he would silently motion for his daughter to join him at the edge of the spring. He would watch her, silently hoping that she would accept his invitation but he would understand if she didn't.
