The call at the borders was one very familiar to the man. Having watched them grow up his grandchildren through Lyric and Darilnor were certainly the ones that the man was closest to. He hoped to change that, or rather build relationships just as strong with his other grandchildren though so far not all had taken quite so kindly to he and Novel.
He would reach the border first and sure enough there was Bass sat waiting for them. He had the right idea on how to approach a pack it seemed, though Harmony had learnt from her mistakes, dealing with guilt for a few days before she had confronted him about it. Not that he personally had really minded, his grandchildren were certainly welcome to visit when they pleased, he had learnt from Harmony that the majority of them were apparently here in Alacritia, the visit wasn't much of a surprise yet. "Hello there Bass." Dutiron greeted warmly.
