On the breeze is the distinct scent of blood, Asteraia, unknown wolves and his Mother. He knows she is not here on the Mountain- he would have known such a thing immediately. But still the scents intrigue him, and though the call isn't exactly for him he descends the slopes all the same. Over the years Cae has learned quite well how to place his footing upon such rocky terrain, and slowly he is becoming more and more comfortable here. More at home. Though at the mere thought of it, concerned thoughts go to his family and what was left of them. Where they might be. Perhaps this wolves that smelled so of Asteraia could tell him, and if not, he would just have to seek his answers on his own.

They are by the border, so it does take him a few long minutes to reach them but reach them he does. He is the first wolf of the pack to find them, and even as mismatched irises of his Mother and Father flick between the two of them, he wonders briefly if they would know him. Greatly does he resemble Rhae with his earthy toned colouring, as well as the brilliant teal that is his left eye. Iblis shines through in the chocolate brown of his right, as well as in the dark streaks of his fur and the combination of chocolate and cinnamon dusting. Dipping his slender though still masculine skull down ever so slightly in respect, his smoothe voice is finding the air between him. And though he does not hear it himself, the tones of his Mother; the care and concern are all too obvious. "Wolves of Asteraia, I feel your loss as my own." Perhaps they are an odd choice of words, but Cae pauses there regardless. It did not matter if they knew him right off the bat, for a child of Rhae and Iblis is one typically raised with immaculate manners. Even if they are less social than the rest.

"I am Cae, first born son of Iblis and Rhae." It was not often that he introduced himself as such any longer. If anything, he was simply Cae of the Mountain now, soon to be Warden of the Mountain. For these wolves here before him today, though; he could not help the feeling of family toward them. They had been wolves beneath the care of his Mother and Father, after all, and did that not make them his brothers and sisters? Perhaps with Asteraia being no longer what it was, they would not think so but.. he felt it regardless. Feeling not quite sure of himself, his creme and earth toned paws are fidgeting in place while he waits for those of the pack actually called this day to show up. His body language silently tells them they are welcome past the border, but he has no desire to move far. Lady Daenerys always seemed to know what to do, and it was only a matter of time before she would show up. Cae had not met the other wolf called for, but something told him the wolf was more familiar to the white wolf of used to be Asteraia than he thought. He would wait and see.