It is not only his voice that brings Cae today, but his particular salty scent that could only speak of the sea. It's with an unusually bright smile across his handsome features that he makes his way down from the peaks of the mountain and to the land below. They are not far, the young ones that his friend has found to bring back home with him. The pale knight has known about the gathering of young at the sea for quite some time now, and it is with a certain eager gleam to mismatched irises that he picks up his pace.

Not too long after he is rewarded with the sight of two small children and Praetor, who at the simple sight of he gives a gentle bark of joy and welcome. He always enjoyed seeing his friend, one of the very few if only he had ever made, and much like his Mother he never had a reason not to show it. After making his approach and bumping shoulder to shoulder with Praetor, his eyes are then for the young sisters. For while they may differ in their markings and colours, their scent is unmistakable and with a certain fondness Cae thinks of his own sister, Gaia. Where she was a redhead with their Mothers earth tones thrown in, he was all pale with hardly a trace of his Fathers red. Lucero was even a further oddity, holding but three colours that make up their parents. Siblings could be vastly different but they were siblings all the same.

He even thought also of the siblings he did not know, and made a mental note to visit Asteraia very soon. Word travels fast, and he knew they were born on Spirane soil just as all his other siblings had been born elsewhere. It made no difference to him, where they were born or how or why, family was family, just as pack was family. He had not yet met the young two, but with a gentlemanly bow of his head he is glancing up at the pair of them- for the gesture had placed his skull ever so slightly below their own. "I am Cae, and this is my dearest friend, Praetor. He comes from the sea to bring us fun and new things." And then the dark sister is suddenly spewing words like she cannot breathe, and there is an amused gleam to his eyes as he watches her. He had never been a child of much excitement and fast paced shenanigans- but he could never deny the happiness he found in their own wondrous excitement.

In a way, Cae enjoyed it through them in a way he never would be able to on his own. And he was thankful for it, as he was for so many things, such as the dark wolf at this side, and even the two young ones before him. He was so grateful for the life he had found upon the Mountain, even if it wasn't with his own flesh and blood. It felt right to be here, and truly, he would rather be no other place. Cae liked the fact about himself that as time seemed to go on, he grew more bold, more wise, and more confident in himself. The silent youth of his past was no more, and at last in his fifth season he was finally coming into himself. Mother and Father would be so proud.