It had been some time ago that he had told his pack members of missions he would like carried out. In truth, the Alpha was surprised that none of them have been completed yet. He understood that the wolves in his pack had their own lives, and he did not want to take away from that, but with the magical upheaval of the lands, he needed reports. But he also wanted them to return because he missed their company. There was a time not too long ago when Aindreas was a solitary creature who preferred life alone, albeit living in pack himself. He rarely spoke to others at that time, really discussed anything with them, and certainly never shared anything personal. But at that time, too, he also had not been in touch with his emotions, which had only made personal contact and connection all the more difficult. Perhaps that was part of the reason that he had failed so miserably as a father to his offspring when they have been pups. He had trouble connecting to them. But maybe it also had something to do with the fact that he had never had a good father figure himself, and therefore had no role model to base his own actions off of.

At any rate, he was greatly gladdened to hear his daughter‘s vocals ringing through the land once more. She had been gone a very long while, and it seemed that just as soon as she returned into his life, she disappeared from it. With a smile, Aindreas changed direction and increased his speed. Long muscles contracted and elongated as his limbs thundered over the land. He did not race as he once would have without a thought through his own territory… After the change, he found himself still trying to get used to the new outlay of it all. So while he knew it’s terrain relatively well, he still did not yet feel comfortable racing across it blindfolded. And to complicate everything, there was a decent amount of snow on the ground, which could easily hide beneath it any number of traps, holes, or other dangerous territory. It was camouflage, and Aindreas had no desire to get injured. And so while he rushed to get to his daughter, he also did so carefully. Always did his shocking electric gays sweep the land, looking for souls, looking for beings, be they friendly or otherwise. He was entirely aware of his surroundings, and he wondered how he ever survived without this ability. More than one time since his own change into an Oferweder, it had done him well and prevented him from harm. But now he was not expecting nor really looking for danger, he was looking for his daughter. He had not expected her to be outside the boundary, but rather had thought that she would come inside. After all, after their last talked, he had accepted her in to the pack with hopes of fixing their broken relationship, much as Kalgalath had fixed the relationship between him and Aindreas himself. But at any rate, the relationship between father and daughter could not be mended if they were not spending time together.

After more than hour of searching, having nothing else to go on then the general direction of the original call from Pandora, Aindreas finally came upon her, and his smile quickly turned into a frown at the appearance of a somewhat morose and melancholy look upon her face. A soft whine pulled itself from his lips and he cautiously moved near her to nuzzle her in comfort, before quickly looking her over for any injury. His paws danced around her and his nares flared, looking for blood, tasting the air for any hint of iron. But he found none, and when he came back to face her, he was tightened and on edge.

“Why do you look so upset, my daughter, what has happened? I can taste the scent of other wolves upon you, so I know that you certainly met others of our kind, whether on your mission or not… But I never meant for these tasks to cause any of my pack members harm nor emotional distress, especially not you, my own blood. So tell me, Pandora, what is wrong?”