Recognition makes itself known in the faces of both Asteraia wolves. He is intelligent enough to know they won't exactly know him, but by his appearance they could surely piece it together. They did not disappoint him, even when the dark male holds his silence and it is the white female with the pumpkin eyes that speaks. Introducing them as Everlyse and Reich, she states of her deep care for his parents and Cae finds himself nodding his peppered skull. He can understand quite entirely how wolves in the care of his Mother and Father would grow to love and cherished the mated imprint pair. They were both the strength to one another, and together nothing was impossible. But the wolf of the Mountain, regardless of being their son- he could never know of his Father's disappearances. Even when they were but a small loner family, Iblis had never ever been away for long. Cae did not know the exact extent of his Father's absences, only that his Mother had stepped in where he had stepped out. Perhaps if he had known of this, he could have gone home and helped. However he possibly could.

But it is over and it is done with, the result standing before him. The question Everlyse gives him, though, it makes him shift even more upon his front paws. He does not know, and he is loathe to answer honestly.. but honestly he does. "I.. do not know. I have heard from none of my family.. save you two." Toward the end of speaking he does his best to give them a smile, but it is small and weak at best. The feeling of unease within him is growing more and more with each moment that passed since that single question. Is she well? He would never forgive himself if he did not find out. But as it were, they were on the border of Spirane, his home; even if his blood relatives were scattered to the wind and in peril, he had duty. Cae knew Iblis and Rhae would agree with him, but still he fidgeted. His saving grace came in the fourm of Lady Daenerys and a dark black wolf at her side. He had never personally met the other male, but by the pumpkin eyes and the way he stood close to their Lady; he really could be none other than Jericho. And while he does not know exactly of the relation between Spirane wolf and used-to-be Asteraia wolf- the tension in the air is palpable and as mismatched eyes travel between the two parties, understanding fourms along with it.

With siblings more often gone than not, Cae can well understand what might hang between a pair that had not seen one another in a very long time. But again, the extent of which this particular relationship goes.. for once, he finds himself in the gray area of the unknown. And so he watches on, as a simple spectator and mediator, gladly making room for his pack mate and Lady. Nothing is directed toward him, thus he reverts to old habits of silence as he observes. Lady Daenerys is most excited to see this Reich, perhaps having befriended him before and only now rediscovering him. Her entire demeanor changes, however, when setting sights on the white wolf that shares Jericho's eyes. The two former wolves of Asteraia seek to call the Mountain home, and Cae's pale creme and earth flecked tail is given to wag gently as the prospect. Although the meadow pack fell to what might be apparent turmoil, it did mean that the wolves having left it would seek home elsewhere. Spirane and Taviora seemed to be their options, as more and more the Mountain was called home by others. Looking to Lady Daenery's once again, he awaits the final word that might come from her. This was her land, after all, and what she said went. Most often than not, he found her to be a just and respectable leader.

She even reminded him of Rhae, though smaller and without such overbearing Motherly traits. Overbearing in his mind, at least, for he had never been a wolf that enjoyed being coddled. Not that there was anything wrong with it- he loved his Mother all the same. Just as he cared for the wolves of Spirane, the ranked and common wolves alike. The earth toned boy hoped that he might be able to add these two new faces to that list, but their fate lay in the paws of the silver lady that might look after them all.