The Heartwood kneel

Jaganatha had taken some time to clear his head. His breast had been a knot of fury and betrayal since learning what his supposed children had been doing in his absence. All along, of the three of them, he had put his faith in the wrong pair... He was not often wrong - and he admitted it even more scarcely than he admitted when he was. But in this case, oh, had he been so very wrong...

It mattered little to him what his chose to do in the end - so long as they had not forgotten that their actions bore consequences. In this case... those consequences would cost them their life's blood if he had his way. He had wandered far from Vex, from the lands that she would claim for their brood, and truthfully he knew not even what he searched for here. He knew only that somehow, some way... he would find his lost sheep, and give them a slaughter befitting a pair so vile. As he woven between the trees and brush, a scent blew over him and he stopped in his tracks, letting his gaze seek out the unusually... domestic creature before him.

"You. What are you?" Jaganatha hissed, disgust and curiosity weighing down his baritone in equal measure. 

@Bartholomew