They seemed… happy to see him. How could they be so forgiving after how he had treated them before he left? He didn’t understand it but he would certainly accept it. He allowed Saros to welcomely nudge him before turning to Corona and receiving the shrillest of exclamations. Her excitement was nearly palpable and he couldn’t help but let the smallest smile come through. Corona seemed to ignore his apology all together, seemingly unconcerned with the past and just happy that he had returned.

His steel and gold gaze turned back to Saros as his brother quipped about forgiveness and told how things had been of late. He chuckled at the mention of keeping Corona from trouble. He had never thought of Corona in the best way when they were younger. Eclipse always favored her and worked on training her more than she ever had with he or Saros. They had a much deeper relationship as mother and daughter than Prometheus could ever hope to have between mother and son. For this reason alone he had always held onto a bit of resentment for his sister. But for now he hides it and enjoys the gladness that his presence has brought his littermates.

His ears perked back up at Saros’ question of his adventures, but before he could answer Corona began chiding him for his disappearance. He knew that it was wrong at the time but he had gone with his emotions rather than stick by his family; and maybe that made him a bad guy but he can only grow from it now. As if none of it mattered, Corona suddenly swept in and began to lick at his face. Prometheus was never one for giving up his personal space and so he lifted his head high, trying to get away from her onslaught of affection, and threw out one large paw to push her away. ”Come on Corona! You know I don’t like that stuff…” he proclaims in a disgusted whine.

When she had finally ceased he was able to recompose himself and answer his brother’s inquisition about his travels. He threw a look to Corona to make sure she wasn’t going to try and sneak attack him with kisses again before speaking. ”Well… nothing grand. But I did fight off a coyote. Look… I have the scar to prove it,” he boasted and turned his cheek up so that they could see the small, linear scar that marked his jaw. Surely they would be impressed with that.