He stopped at the first sign that his father was coming. The silvery form stood out on the mountain path, though he was higher up Los saw no need to continue tormenting his blonde colored daughter and push her further. She needed it, but he wasn’t about to push her either. Perhaps he was softer than he let on, but Soma was his daughter, Masque was too, he didn’t need to know for sure, after all blood didn’t define parentage always. He had two mothers and then of course his father, it didn’t mean he thought Rogue was any less his mother though just because she wasn’t blood. She raised him, loved him in his own way, Los was lucky in he had three caring parents rather than just two.

Still he watched the male come closer looking his usual cheery self, though plus a bit more grey on his muzzle than when Los has last seen his father. Soma and even Masque should both meet him eventually, but Masque was a little harder to keep a paw on than Soma was. He felt her squeeze in next to his leg when she spotted the ‘strange’ male, and Los has to resist rolling his eyes at his child. Did she really thing that he was going to feed her to someone? She couldn’t help it, he knew it, he might have slightly contributed to that fear by being slightly overprotective but when he was stolen, his imprint attacked just after giving birth, then him rushing back and fighting off the intruder who in turn injured his two children, he felt he had some justifications.

When Sleekwing spoke then Los gave a nod, ”Been busy, I know you understand the feeling.” He replied truthfully cause imprinting and having children and protecting those children and imprint tended to take up one’s time a bit more than usual. He watched his father’s expression light up soon as he looked over the girl still cowering at his legs. Thankfully his father moved himself and given her size she couldn’t exactly hide all of herself behind him anymore. Los gave her a little soft bump with his tail, encouraging her to speak. It wasn’t like Los never told her about her grandfather, and she certainly should be intelligent enough to remember the name Sleekwing.

It took her several seconds to meet Sleekwing’s eyes. Slowly the garnet red orbs wandered up to soft purple of the males, her ears laying flat against her head nervously all the while. ”So-Soma..” She stammered timidly, her eyes locking on his for a moment before moving up to Los’ who turned his own eyes to look at her too. They went to his then back to Sleekwing’s, ”Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I heard about you before.” She says her tail giving a few small waves, situations like this where she heard of someone before it made it a little easier for her to come out of her shell.