The overwhelming feeling of emotion felt by Lena, and the rest of them, was more than clear to Serach. He could not fault her at all - all of this felt like he was moving and walking through a dream. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to respond to a call at the pack's borders today and discover his father, just like never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would discover his niece wandering in the woods just north of the Bend. Both had been sheer coincidences, but coincidences he was incredibly grateful for in a way that he could only express in the smile that had permanently put itself on his face.

So as Lena struggled to pull herself together, Serach could only touch his nose to her ear in a quiet show of support and understanding. It was overwhelming to him - he could only begin to imagine what all it must have meant to Lena or Ice. For the first time ever, Oak Tree Bend was home to three generations of wolves, joined together by their familial memories and instinctual love for each other and the missing wolves that connected them all. It was such an odd thing, family, but standing in the presence of two of his most direct and closest family members, Serach couldn't help but enjoy the warmth rising in his chest. The rest of the Bend wolves, including his uncle Triell and his children, were family too, but this was something entirely different and was something he hadn't felt for a long, long time.

Listening to Lena talk about her family, Serach closed his eyes with the smile still on his face. He had so many complicated feelings about his brother, many he wouldn't care to share with his brother's daughter, but since his discovery of Lena, a sense of pride had developed alongside the others. It hadn't really surprised him to hear that Sceral had started his own pack and family, but having evidence in front of him was something entirely different. "You do remind me of him. He was always the more energetic of us," he said, opening his eyes to look between her and Ice. "He had itchy paws too, always exploring and getting into trouble. He left the Bend soon after our first birthday, maybe in the fall of that year?" He had never said goodbye, but there wasn't a point in bringing that up now. "I wish he was here, for this," he said again, his voice quiet as he looked to meet Ice's gray eyes.

In all of his wildest dreams, Serach had never anticipated having a day like this. But watching and listening as Lena and Ice got acquainted lifted his heart and spirits more than he could have ever anticipated, although he could not help but feel the pang of longing for those family members who were not here. His mother and Sceral, of course, but he wondered about the woman that Sceral had created a life with up north and the other daughter that he had sired. He wondered too how this reunion had gone if Fenru and Kisla were still in the Bend, or at least near enough that they could bring their families together. It was wishful thinking, to be sure, but if there was any day for wishful thinking, this was it.

"Perhaps we will all go together sometime," he told Ice, and although there was truth in the desire, the practical reality of the situation said that it wasn't likely to actually happen. But he would not begrudge his father a trip north to visit his other son, even if the selfish part of Serach wanted to keep him all to himself. He would not - could not - do that to Ice, Sceral, or Lena. But those days were long in the future; now was the time to enjoy the present.

And enjoy they did, talking and reacquainting themselves with a familial bond that had stood the test of time and distance.