Hephaestus was, thankfully, oblivious to any awkward undertones to the journey from Yfir to Ebony. He saw only that the Yfir warriors were watching out for danger, not that they were also watching for any escape or rescue attempts. He copied their watchfulness, not wanting any harm to come to his siblings ever, let alone on such an important journey. His eyes roved the land around them with complete seriousness, gold-tainted ears swiveling and nose twitching tentatively, until a very familiar scent struck him and his attention homed in on the border. That was Ebony's scent! Quite a bit different now... things had obviously changed since he'd lived there... but still recognizably Ebony. And there, coming to meet them... Valeriya.
Nemesis raced forward to meet her, but Hephaestus cast a glance at Katja and the other Yfir wolves before following at a more sedate pace. Nemesis went to snuggle her with his chin, and Hephaestus, ever the physical of affection, sat back on his haunches and raised himself up in an attempt to curve his thick forelegs around them both in a hug, his forehead going forward to press against his beloved Ebony sister's auburn fur. "I've missed you, Valeriya," he rumbled gravely to her.
