Unfortunately for Erebos, he had been quite a ways further away than @Vitani when the howl had been sent out into the atmosphere, and thus it had taken him until this very moment to at least approach the situation. It perplexed him thoroughly that someone would howl out his name, much less a voice so young, and he found himself increasingly worried as he drew closer. By the trail of her scent within the air, he was able to perceive that Vitani had already ventured forth to receive those knocking upon the door they now jointly owned, and yet he couldn't imagine any kind of peaceable request for his presence. After all, Erebos had never been one to make friends, but certainly there were plenty of wolves out there soured by his abandonment. Least of all was he suspecting those who he'd most hurt to have finally tracked him down.
As he neared the tiny gathering, he was able to breathe in the trio's scents, each inhalation bringing a stronger smell that gave him more and more information. Most nagging of all was the inkling of a memory, yet scent alone was not enough to winkle it into view. No, it wasn't until he came close enough to witness them, horrified ember eyes settling upon their twins within the skull of his son, that he realized how much trouble he was actually in.
He hesitated there, stopping completely at a distance from them as his gaze bounced between them, taking in @Zeta's grayscale coat, a perfect blend of his colors and her mother's pattern, the mismatched green of her eyes, a peculiarity inherited from her grandmother, @Delia's only surviving parent. Zane was cloaked in black but retained a mask, an odd marking that had been prevalent within the foreign pack. So much of their mother, yet so much of him. This was what he had ran from, this was exactly what he had been unable to face. Without a doubt, standing before him, was his very blood. These were his children.
With a gulp to wet his suddenly parched throat, Erebos at last pressed forward once more. He attempted to exude confidence, lifting his chin and striding forth with purpose, but he was uncertain of whether or not he was actually pulling any of it off. When at last he came to stand at Vitani's side, he could only offer a single phrase; "C'mon."
With that, they were expected to follow him, into the territory as wolves of the Plateau. Only when they were alone would he allow Zeta her questions and Zane his brooding silence, and he wasn't sure what would be the worst of it all. His daughter's excitement, his son's seething hatred, their presence overall, the questions he knew Vitani would be asking, or the judgment @Phineas or the rest of his family might pass upon him. Why could things never just get easier?