Though he had kept close by the lands, had stopped by and watched his nieces and nephews from time to time Chord hadn't actually yet spent any real quality time with them. Truth be told there were indeed moments he felt like a bit of an intruder within the lands of Abaven. It wasn't his home and he doubted that it ever would be, the way that the rest of the world kept calling him on. He of course wanted to be a part of their lives, but would they want to know their uncle Chord? Would they understand his wayward ways as his siblings did? He wasn't sure and truth be told was a little scared to find out what they would make of him. His own mother certainly hadn't trusted him with children, keeping Limerick, Envoi and Sonnet with her rather than letting him bring them back to Threar.
Though his nieces and nephews weren't as big as his aunt and uncles had been on that journey, they were growing pretty quickly. Certainly they were no longer those tiny, delicate little bundles that he had first seen. Each of them were developing their own little personalities to match those unique appearances they each held and he had so much to learn about how they had changed. He was putting it off no longer, at least he had told himself that as he crossed the border into the Abaven lands. After his grandparents funeral he knew he had to make time for his family, try and stop any more distance growing between himself and his siblings and more importantly develop some sort of relationship with those kids.
A short howl would sound for the family as he travelled a little further into the lands, not sure if Bass would want the kids too close to the borders and certain that he wouldn't mind him stepping a little further into the lands. Truth be told the only reason he ever called was just in case another member of Abaven came across him first. He certainly wasn't exactly famed as Bass's sibling, not like Motif, Harmony and Rhythm were anyway.
