"Sir Mapplethorpe, Evann and I have located Aponi and Mercy and brought them home. Ma'am Sagacity is with them now and your presence is requested by the southern border."
Karpos' voice pulled him the depths of what had been the middle of his late afternoon nap. His ears came up and as he sleepily watched the lad disappear, the Leader pushed himself onto his four weary paws and using the yearling's scent as a guide, navigated his way to the place where the most startling of meetings had unfolded. He was pleased however to realize that Naira had arrived before him. Perhaps she had already taken care of the situation, but even as she stepped away to retrieve something nearby, the grizzled Leader drew near anyway.
What he saw before him made his throat tighten and his heart and chest swell. There, on either side of the Silver Dagger laid his long lost daughter and the crow-child who had been missing since the last time the pack had had a hunt. He couldn't remember where or when he had seen Aponi and Mercy last but to see them laying there in the thawing frost, on the ground that was still much too cold, Mapplethorpe was sure that it had been some time since he had last laid eyes on them. He managed a small smile, offering a small woof to Evann and Sagacity in gratitude and utmost appreciation for taking appropriate action. Karpos, and even Mercy, he would get to later, he supposed, but for now, he settled back down, taking up a place on Aponi's other side so that she would be kept thoroughly warm. Never mind that he wasn't as burly or as thickset as the others, his proximity and body heat, ought to have been enough, the thought of him being there for the daughter that he had come to raise as his own, speaking on behalf of the gentler man he became when no one else was watching.