Cautious is the wolf of a pale, golden washed out hue. Since his homecoming, he had kept up all civil duties as Medicine Wolf of Taviora- tending to his family, keeping up with stores, and whatever else he might find beneath paw. But regardless of all of that, Sen was still on edge. Hush had made only one appearance, and though he knew joy as no other in her presence, she had soon disappeared once again, leaving him with to reside with the one child who still lived within Taviora’s borders. Reian was elusive as she was a mystery to him, something he knew entirely all too well and yet not at all. His eldest daughter was as much a part of him as any of them, and maybe this was why she lurked about. And he did mean lurk. Reian seemed keen on the shadows and the darkness, some madness about the night sky and the stars that seemed to make her swoon. But perhaps as her mind was lost in the sky, his own was lost within the depths of his very own sanity. It was plainly and simply just amusing.

When an eerie cry breaks the still evening air, the Medicine Wolf is given to halt. It is not a voice he recognizes, but something about it is familiar. And that is more than enough. Pivoting on pale and almost delicate paws, the healer is well on his way toward the source, his mind churning with his imagination of the situation. A myriad of thoughts crossed his mind, but the one that sought him in reality had him pausing in his movement. It was a pale, off white crème child, one with warm brown socks upon his feet that Sen would know anywhere. But there was no reaction across his handsomely delicate features. The first time Hush had left, so had Calyx. He had been far too young to wander off on his own, and though Sen had searched until the pads of his paws bled, he had never found his youngest son. Never had he known if Hush had taken him along with her, but when she had come back, his son was nowhere to be seen.

He hadn’t asked, and he had kept it that way. Perhaps it was better she had gone- he knew from the start the sort of soul she had, she could never stay in one place for too long. She had stayed with him long enough to give him beautiful children and the start to a wonderful, comfortable, lovely life; and though it had fallen short, Sen still held her dear all the same. If ever she returned, he would be where he was, and he would find her, wherever she was. Back the present, Father gazed upon son with wide, and though intense, rather dull violet irises, attempting to discern if the boy was indeed reality or not. Often times the pale wolf found himself seeing things that were not there, or so he thought, and often times he found him doubting himself. And this day, he is all too unsure as he watches his could be son, willing to come only a foot or two closer before coming to a halt. His words are cautious and almost dreamlike, with a surreal fantasy quality to them. “Might it be that you are Calyx?”

Of course it wasn’t and it was all a rather pleasant day dream. If only there were siblings that remained to Reian, though Roamin occasionally found his way back. But Sen is pleasant and there is a warmth to his violet gaze for a son that he wished was standing before him. For a family he wished was before him. His Hush, undoubtedly fully grown Mirellie, Reian, Roamin. Namira, his youngest daughter, and then Calyx, his exquisitely handsome boy. Very much like the wolf standing just before him; but oh, if only dreams came true.