The Tangle he was hiding in the chill of a mountain

There had once been a time when Hiram had been guided by an innate, exploratory drive. However, as he aged, he became more and more of a home body -- straying only from his flock when necessity dictated so. He was no old man, not by any means, but his days of wanton adventure were long behind him. Especially now, now that he had gathered his family together in the grotto there was no reason to leave. This drive was a thing of youth that had held on for perhaps a bit too long.

Indra's youthful need for information tickled her father pink. He would show her the world if he could to sate her curiosity, and Raas willing, he would someday. For he loved his daughters beyond earthly comprehension. 

He dropped his body low and began to explain. "That," he spoke, "is a nasty tangle of thrush, brambles, briars, and branches. It's neat to look at, but difficult to navigate. I wouldn't advise going on an expedition alone... But, if you're fine with your dad leading the way, then maybe you can get a good idea of what it is." Having lived in Ankyra Sound for a brief period, Hiram had navigated the tangle many times. It was a difficult beast, but it was not beyond him.

It was then that a strangled cry whispered though the wind. He did not recognize the voice, but he did recognize the anguish. The tell-tale signs of sorrow. "Or..." He shrugged. "We can go help a stranger in need. Your call." He had been called by Raas to sew the seeds of good in the world. This value, though it went unpressed, was to be instilled in both of his daughters if he had his way.