The plan, however simple it may seem, was a risky one. Getting caught was one, a pup running off was another (though they would find it in the end) was another. The longer it took to do this, the more sever the risk of getting seen was. It was only natural to feel a little bit of doubt. He wasn't scared, no, he was actually excited to be doing something interesting. Plus, there was slight hope that Braelyn was getting some of their, and Teren's, children out of there as well. It would seem like the perfect opportunity that the Delta female of Erenyx would take. If she truly meant what she had said to him, he couldn't see why she wouldn't. And he had offered to take them in if so needed. However, with Fel being so quick to supply the three brutes with orders, leaving no room for questions, the Elite didn't have any room to as the question he so desired. She'd gone through the explanation of why they were attempting to do such an action, and had pointed out the youngest of the group. Erenyx was a pit of demons, and to have children of his own being raised in that environment, was the farthest thing from comfort. He so badly wanted to ask if Braelyn had taken part in this, but he knew it would be too obvious. A sudden care for a specific female was a big warning, especially if they aren't in his pack. So he kept quiet, putting faith into his instincts to help him know if those with his blood were there.

He travelled near the back, the mud covering his pelt making him feel all dried out. It did hide the group's scent pretty well as they made their ascent up the mountain of Isle de Muerto; the place he had first met his love. Swallowing, he gazed around. Scanning the area for any signs of pup tracks or sounds. And it wasn't until Fel had stopped them, signaling to duck did he hear the pawsteps of a group of young approaching. Crouching he took upon a prediratory stance, his tail straight out and ears back. His golden eyes were trained on the little wolves that came into view. He took in each appearance, each movement they made. And somehow he just knew. Two of them, were his own. Or a thirdly so. That part didn't matter. Braelyn had sent at least two of their young here. The eyes the pelt, he could tell that with one of the female pups. Definitely the daughter of the vixen who claimed his heart, and almost as instantly this own had him wrapped around her paw. The other was one of the males. Darker coated, a black pelt with hints of lighter brown, with green eyes. He wasn't sure how, but he knew that the eyes were Teren's own shade. Though still he felt the fatherly pull. He swallowed again, keeping his eyes on the green-eyed maiden. He'd grab her with gentle swiftness to make a quick embrace of darkness before he carried he home. His shoulders rolled back to relieve some of the tension, his eyes flicking for a moment to Fel as he awaited her signal to strike.