Kaliban didn't have much time to think about what had happened. All he knew was that quite suddenly, much of Moladion had been filled with water, both stagnant and raging. It had been a quick way to send him fleeing back to Asteraia even if part of his instincts wanted him to stay behind in the forest. It was in the forest, after all, that the woman he'd met seemed to live. His entire journey home had felt almost like a dream, with much of his time consumed by thoughts of the golden woman, and it hadn't been until he reached the borders that things around him began to feel solid and real. It was a strange feeling. Kaliban had to take pause at the borders to recollect himself, putting his thoughts back in order as he shook his head and frowned. For whatever reason, he could think clearer the moment he had put distance between himself and the woman and yet, he still felt as if a part of himself had been left behind there. It was difficult to articulate, and even more difficult to understand. Ultimately, he knew he'd have to consult with wiser wolves, and he couldn't think of anybody except his parents...And that, in a way, scared him.
He and his siblings had never talked to their parents, as far as he knew at least, about matters of...feelings. In fact, he wasn't even sure how to bring it up, or if Sekhmet or Kweku would really know anything about what he had experienced. Or...what he was experiencing? He sighed, resigned to his fate. At least he knew the paths of Asteraia well enough to find his father's scent rather quickly.
Kaliban found them then, yet he shied away for a moment. He hadn't expected to catch them being so...playful with one another. Should he intrude on that? He frowned, and ultimately, he decided that he'd have to. It was difficult to know when he'd get another opportunity to talk to them both, and even more difficult to guess at when he'd feel up to the conversation. As far as Kaliban was concerned, he was riding a wave of uncertainty. The moment he regained his senses completely, he'd likely have more caution. In that case, he might have sought out Bastet, Lamia or even Menkhet first but it was Sekhmet and Kweku in front of him then, and so it was them that he approached with a gruff bark of greeting and apology.
"Mother, father." He addressed them simply and cleared his throat, hovering a few yards away for a moment as he gauged their moods carefully. When he was sure he'd been permitted to approach, he slowly paced forward with a bowed head, an instinctual respect given to the heads of their family and pack. "I met somebody out there in the free lands. I don't understand her, though." He hesitated momentarily but the words came out quickly then. He bit down on his teeth, lips taut and face concerned, as he hoped they'd at least understand the jist of what he wanted to say. Kaliban imagined that, had they ever experienced something like her, they'd just...know what he had meant.