He hadn't been doing much when the call of a man reached his ears, and so leaving his simple task was easy enough. The unfinished torch was dropped onto the ground outside of the caves so that the hulking beast Tuyul could go an meet yet another new possibility for the underground pack. Red eyes focused on the earth, on the trees, on the mountains and the sky...everywhere except for the border as he crossed the lands. It wasn't until a breeze passed, carrying with it a scent familiar enough, that he turned crimson gaze upon who might be there. In the distance, he witnessed the shapes of the dark, mated man who had the obnoxiously white animal to love and a large, golden creature. Neither interested him. What was interesting, truly, was the small cream body that was included amongst them. Esmeralda's disappearance had not been unnoticed by her father, and he had assumed her dead when she did not choose to come back to them, but he was clearly wrong.

As he approached, his ears caught the sound of the Marbas' harsh reprimand, and fury broached his usually calm demeanor. He could hear his daughter's complaining noises as he came to the rear of the apparently self-important Marbas, looming over the smaller man by nearly a foot of height. Rage seeped through the thick layers of fur that covered his body. "I suggest you go and find your hybrid lover, Marbas, before I remove your head from your shoulders with my hands." His Esmeralda was not exempt from the strangely fatherish protection that Ravesque offered his family, and he was not afraid of the young creature before him as he mocked his words. "You raise your voice to my children, to Naniko's children, and I can offer punishments you couldn't find in the underworld. Leave." He moved past the Marbas to look at his daughter, waving his hand dismissively to the warrior. "You're not needed anymore."

Oooh, Ravesque, you'sa dick.

There was no arrogance in the way that Ravesque conducted himself, simply an obvious and rational sense of being right. When the Marbas spoke, Ravesque merely rolled his eyes. He did not care for those who were all bark and lacked a bite, for those who tossed around a power that they didn't have — this black man may have been a Marbas, but his rank amongst the warriors held no bearing on Ravesque. Ravesque was a Tuyul, not a Dasa. There was no similarity, there was no higher ranking, it was something fabricated in the head of what was proving to be an idiot. And further more, he had tried to tell the Acidic how to raise his child, a laughable idea. He was a father some six times over, not some recently mated man who had no hope of spawning. His line would progress with strong will, and though he would not allow his children to disrespect he or Naniko, he cared little how they conducted themselves with others — they were, in the eyes of the world, adults.

Naniko's presence did nothing to ease the frustrations of the man, and he allowed her to speak while calming himself internally. Naniko seemed happy to see the lilac-spotted young adult, creating a sort of vague cheer in the air that helped in his attempts. A sigh released from his jaws. "Your Marbas feels entitled to something, Naniko; best to curb that before I do." It was strange to hear such a threat from him, usually he was so passive, but the simple idea that he — older, wiser, and (in the red eyes of the Acidic) more physically able — was bound to the same rules of respect that one of the Warriors might have been did not settle well in the stomach of the man. It was not how it'd been before. Change was something shunned.

Esmeralda spoke of her return and of her new slave, and Naniko replied to both her adoptive daughter's words as well as those of the daughter's father. Ravesque cared little about what his daughter said — it was Naniko's apathy that caused a faint change in the man's stance and expression. Where apathy had stood, his features hardened, and instead of giving a acknowledging grunt, he was silent. Silence from Ravesque, unless he had not been spoken to from the beginning, was never a good thing. It was firm silence that indicated a poor mood, and it was firm silence that the two females received from him. He watched the horizon line, allowing them to speak to each other while he simply listened on.

It was only Esmeralda's comment upon siblings that elicited a response from the Acidic. His eyes found his lilac-spotted child and shook his head subtly. "They aren't our blood." It was the easiest way to tell the girl that he and Naniko weren't producing another blood relative for her to add to her tree — this was a fact that, while he accepted Naniko's choices and her freedom, sat unpleasantly somewhere in his stomach. It was a subconscious desire to bar her from the beds of other men, one that sprung from both his unspoken and unrealized affection for the Queen and their already grown son, and it was not a desire he acted on, as the two of them were free to do as they pleased and do them they did.

A large hand lifted to rub against his face for a brief moment, large body turning back towards the mountains. "I still have room in my den if you decide you'd like to come home; your pet sleeps outside of it, though. It's my place, not his." The passive Ravesque was, first and foremost, still a man and his distaste of other testosterone producing creatures within the boundaries of his home was (he hoped) understandable.