Worry had plagued her ever since the few day mark had passed on Elettra's timeline. Was she alright? Had she been hurt? Where was she and what was taking so long? This panic had not inflicted on her ability to hold the fort down like she promised but often times it kept her up at night. A call, the call she had been waiting to hear for days on end now, finally emerged and for a split second, Sor thought that it was some sort of hallucination for staying up too late like some insomniac. She immediately rushed out of the pack den towards the call, her feet carrying her faster than she normally went in order to get there sooner and either verify or disclaim her ideas on it being of lack of sleep.

It took only a few minutes for Sor to come face to face with her look alike sister. She a sigh of relief and a smile cracked as soon as she saw the woman safe, without injuries. "Thank the gods your back El. I've been worried sick. What took you so long?" She looked around a little bit for her nephew but frowned when she did not see Greer standing near his mother. "You didn't find him." The words were murmured out as she looked towards the ground. She hoped the little Archer boy was safe. He had the Archer blood so surely he was fine. The little boy would be fine. This was a fact that she had been trying to convince herself of for a while. "Things here have been pretty stale in your absence. The most exciting thing here was probably when I caught Deacon trying to sneak off to look for Greer. Only caught him because Castiel and Octavius were making a scene and threatening to tell." She gave a soft chuckle at the scene as she remembered it.

Her sister began to ask her questions and she slowly started to answer them. “The others have been good, well behaved. Of course your older ones, Skoll and Morgana, I haven't seen much of but there scent lingers so I cannot speak for them.” She figured she would hit the topics one at a time. “Angier... he misses you, a lot, to say the least. If I didn't know better, I'd say he's mopey. About a week ago I found him sorrowfully howling on the borders.” With that question out of the way, Sorya listened to her sister's adventurous tales. The jet black Torbine princess would rest on her front paws as she fell into a sitting position, the cold and bitter winter air making her breath appear as more than a vapor in the process.

“It sounds like hell, but I’m glad you are back safe. Your throne remains strong of course and everyone is eager for you to be back.” With the greeting, she spoke once more. “I would like to make a pilgrimage of sorts, but I need your permission because I will be gone for a while. I want to return to Torbine. I miss them all, the big lot. I’d be back after I spent some time there of course. Perhaps I’ll find Greer in the process.” The words were released in a difficult manner. She loved the Ridge and her high-held position there but she felt like visiting Deacon and the rest of the gang was something she had to do.

Her sister took the news fairly well which was a good thing but when Sorya mentioned leaving to visit Torbine, her sister spoke. Would she stay through the winter? Her sister appeared to ant that from her so stay she would if it would help. She knew that she was the only Guardian and so she nodded. "I would not dare make the trip in this weather." She promised her sister these words with a soft smile. Her eyes were filled with concern as she said these words however and so she added another thing as to make everything more defined. "I would like to go and do some looking for Greer though. I won't go more than a day off but it would mean me doing less patrolling. I'd like to think that Mordecai, Nicolò, Skoll and the others can manage without me. Perhaps Xetor can do something else other than gripe and hide in his herb den all day." The joke over her nephew was in dry taste. There were the same age and Tor annoyed the crap out of her constantly.

She had laced sarcasm into her tone to make it fairly evident that she did not necessarily mean a word of what she had said about their nephew but at the same time the words held enough weight to make some sort of significant symbolism or something of another. "I should leave you to deal with your mate. Not only is he mopey but he is furious with both of us for your leaving." She dipped her head before starting off to make a round around the borders as her job description stated that she should.