The beautiful yet alien little pup had to be one of the Arcus Irae, one of the rainbows that he was meant to protect. She had been alone, or rather had been separated from any other Arcus Irae apparently, but did share her company with one other varg, a brute that Aindreas had never seen before. Not that that was odd - after all, Blossom Forest had always been a big place, and was even larger now that magic had expanded its boundaries. The snowy titan had quietly and slowly approached the pair and had inspected the colorful pup, asking and inspecting her to see if she was okay. She certainly seemed okay with her jolly attitude, but he wanted to make sure that the stranger was not taking advantage of her and that he didn't pose a threat to her. Before the little one could give him an answer though, a second rainbow arrived with a scream out of nowhere and tumbled into the pup, encircling the little one with her limbs and groomed her quickly, her pink tongue getting lost in the fluffy downy pelt of the smaller one. Aindreas took a step, making sure not to touch one of them - not to touch either of them - by mistake, and silently listened to their antics. They clearly knew one another, that much was obvious.And they had been separated... but as soon as the second one noticed Aindreas and the other hessian, she got onto her guard, her hackles proofing her up to double her size. Aindreas nearly laughed, for it was hard for her to be intimidating when she was so beautiful and delicate... and yet then her gaze caught his.

Immediately he felt a pull to her, much the same way he had felt a pull toward Mai. Only now it was different, stronger, protective. Instead of merely being able to see the emotions in an aura around this rainbow, Aindreas could feel her emotions - the fear of the strangers, the happiness and relief at finding this smaller wolf, the sadness over... over something. Nothing was set out in detail, but he could just feel the generation mixture, and he could feel her fear fueling and amping up his own anger at the thought of another inflicting fear upon her. Aindreas dipped his head to her, his oceans staring at her but he hunkered down closer to the earth so that he would not be so imposing. He did not say anything, not knowing really what to say, but the pup filled the void with her optimistic soprano, so naive and trusting. She introduced the other hessian - Noctis apparently - and Aindreas turned his gaze to the brute. He smiled at him briefly and nodded his head in greeting before focusing on the slightly older rainbow. She... she looked familiar somehow. The ivoro scrunched his brows together and focused upon her, his orbs glowing a bit brighter as the magic within them allowed him to look into her soul... and there it was. The spark of familiarity, and Aindreas found his lips moving before he could stop them.

"Losa..."

He brought his head up sharply and shook it, trying to dislodge the thought, considering that she certainly had not been colored like this the last time he had seen her - and she would no longer be a teenager, she would be fully grown and matured by now. But his heart told him that she was this wolf, despite the fact that his logical brain told him that it was impossible. After all, Losa was the femme that he had first saved from the lightning storm, knocking her out of the way of falling trees, and had encircled her with his own body, keeping her safe within his den. He had then saved her again when he had been attacked by Draven and raped... and there was no way that this was Losa. In reponse to Aindreas speaking the name, Zawyne had peered at him in confusion, the first flicker of doubt and fear crossing across her gaze. Aindreas backed up a step as Zawyne spoke again.

'How do you know my sister's name, Ofer? Are you... are you from our kingdom? Did Duma send you?'

Her vocals trembled as she spoke and Aindreas whined quietly, shaking his head again. "She... she can't be Losa. Her name can't be Losa, Losa is a wolf I knew a long time ago and she certainly didn't look like... well like you two." He gestured toward the pair of faes before continuing. "She was normal, I mean... Not... not colorful and such. And I do not know anyone named Duma. I just... I don't know. I just know that your sister here seems familiar - I know her soul. Which is impossible considering you two are the only Arcus Irae I have ever met. But... But my name is Aindreas, and you are one of my wards." Aindreas lowered himself toward the ground again, hoping to calm down the older of the sisters - Losa, if that was indeed her name. He did not know who this Duma was, but he had felt Losa flare at the mention of his name. His gaze swept between the two waiting for some response from one of them. From either of them. Hesitantly he changed his attention back to the hessian. "I am... sorry if I interrupted you two from private conversation."