Moonspear I will die your daughter.

He had only just returned to the healing ulaq when Treepie's voice hit his ears accompanied by the scent of someone both strange and familiar all at once.

After a pause, he turned to greet them. ..Treepie. He eyes her for a moment before looking to the figure that stands behind her. A coat ripped from his own back and eyes that burn into the back of the Moonspear girl, he has no doubt in his mind that it is his daughter. You have my daughter. The sentence comes out awkward, discomforted. He is unsure of what he is to say.

It is overwhelming; a sense of paternal love that threatens to drown him, but a burning fire that screams for him to send Hokulani away from the spear. She is his daughter, but she is vile all the same if something gives her a reason to be. He sees the way she masks her fury, but you can only hide so much in crafted expressions when faced with the one who raised you.

He assumed that she may be upset with him when they reunited; their last conversation had been an argument, and Hokulani holds a grudge. But it was not him that stood on the end of her hellfire today.