He had been waiting, quite anxiously, for the return arrival of his Mother. Lucero had not wanted her to go, had begged her to let him go in her place- she would have none of it. He was not prepared for such a battle, they both knew, but they both also knew how much the sickness the past season had effected her. He did not think she was back up to where she had been before, and now, well, now.. bright teal irises watched closely for any sign, even if only the left one truly saw what lay before him. Most did not know of his blindness, as he did not often feel the need to disclose such things. If they asked, he would not deny them the truth of it, but he felt no need to advertise. Some could use it much to their advantage and his disadvantage, he knew, so it was better to come off as if all were well with each sense. The once Son of Asteraia had been born to the forests of Taviora, but he had been raised and brought up as a lone wolf. Even his year and half as part of the pack as a whole, from the ground up did little to deter most of his habits. He had enjoyed living in the grasslands, though, with their pleasant cove of the ocean that was akin to no place else in Moladion. Even the seaside pack of Glorall had nothing like it, nor the southern most edge of the Iromar swamps. For they were indeed just that- swamps.

He felt himself sigh as her large frame finally came into his vision, his good eye immediately watching her crimson drenched leg and the way she carried herself. How she limped even beneath the facade she held, trying to be so strong for each and every wolf that Lucero almost visibly cringed. But he held fast, for there was no one else on the way to do such a thing. For now it was but three of them; Rhae, Lucero, and Viserys. His younger brother would come, just as Haziel would come, because it was they that needed to tend to Rhae. No longer may she be their Mother, but he is firm in his confidence in the both of them. He was silent as he fell into step with her, keeping up with it and her until reaching their destination. It is only then that he calls for them, all of them, any of them, who will come and see them, talk with them. For healers to mend and family to gather and figure out.. anything. Lucero knows Rhae is fierce in her thoughts and her mindset, but he also knows the truth. And.. there is concern in his eye as he looks over her injury, and her entire aura.

She is too calm, and he wonders at this and the unease it brings him. His Mother is naturally one calm and wise, but to this extent, and when bearing such injuries? There is something he just cannot quite place that feels wrong about it, but he will wait it out for now. He will wait beside her, hoping and wondering that Zeltzin is safe and sound and would find them soon. If she were not in the packland, well.. he would hope to find her before she returned to it. This would not be the last time they would be in their used to be home, but he is content in his current place, and then wherever they might find themselves. Change was a common factor of life, this dispersal of his once cozy and tight knit family proof of that, as was the fact they no longer had a home. His bright teal eyes strung through with stringy chocolate watch the distance for any wolf that might be headed their way, for these lands are far and wide. He would miss the meadows, and the flowers that he and Zelly had enjoyed strolling through.