Casting his own brother out of their pack sentencing him to prison under the reign of Hawthorne had left Deimus feeling.. dejected. It wasn't something he ever saw happening. The white Prince couldn't help but feel.. sad. Like, he'd lost a piece of himself. Growing up with Phobus, they had their moments. Brotherly spats and all. But Phobus protected the both of them until he taught Deimus how to survive. Phobus knew the lands, he knew how to hunt, to protect.. Deimus had really cared for his brother. He used to be his best friend. Originally, they both weren't happy about Themis arranging these marriages, but the Prince truly had fallen for Yesimire. What Phobus had done to her sister, it was something even the devil couldn't forgive. Ruining a girl on her wedding night, of all nights. A girl who had clearly been saving herself for her Prince, ripped away by spite and revenge. For that, Deimus would never be able to forgive Phobus for what happened. For that, Deimus called himself the only blood child of Themis. No longer was Phobus a part of the picture. He was locked up for good, never to see the sun again.

The sound of his Mother calling a meeting piqued his curiosity. He'd been busy settling into his and Yesimire's den. They finally had made it their own, their own home. Now was the chance to give Themis and Mabbit grand-children, if Yesimire wanted. He would never force her, but he wanted to be a father. To love children, his children, uncondionally. To be the father he wished he'd had. To be a father, like Mabbit. Had Themis called this meeting to tell the Pack about Phobus? He wouldn't be surprised. Someone would notice he hadn't been around. Yesimire wasn't in their den, so he took the liberty of heading to the meeting. She'd meet him there. They weren't attached at the hip - they were both independent but loved one another uncondtionally. As he made his way, his rubies stared straight ahead. A few times, the male had to duck out of the way of trees, or his horns would get caught on the branches. The low-hanging leaves often got caught in the horns. Something that always amused Yesimire.

As he entered the clearing, he saw his mother perched on the ledge where she and Mabbit usually sat. The Prince gave her a small smile, noting the look on her face. His suspicions were right, based on her expression. She would be telling the Pack about Phobus. Her usually bright colored pelt was seemingly dulled as well as her goldens. "Excuse me, but is everything alright?" Evangeline was speaking to Themis. "You're looking quite upset." Deimus knew that this wasn't something Themis would enjoy speaking about. The man hurried forward slightly, sitting under the rock where Themis was perched. "She'll explain everything, Eve." The Prince smiled gently at the young lady, noting that the mother Elara and her children were here now. As well as Vaughn, who greeted the Queen politely. "Vaughn. Good to see you. Elara, Vader, Skywalker, nice to see you three as well." He turned his attention on the mother as well as her two boys, who seemed to be in constant fighting. Vader always came out on top. That reminded him of Phobus, which eerily made him wary of the young man. "Mother, everything will be ok. You have us supporting you. Yesimire should arrive soon, Mabbit and the others too. We have your back." Deimus looked at his mother, giving her a supportive look before out to the wolves before him.