Home was a complicated thing for one such as Aurum, for the lion had called many places home throughout his life. First had been his place of birth, The Pride. The towering city that The Pride called home had supposedly been his home, even though it had never truly felt as though it was. To the young lion who, at the time, had been known only as Wormwood, the city that The Pride had lived within had not represented safety, or warmth. Instead, it had represented only pain and fear, and family that had never truly cared about him, save perhaps for Poetking, but even that had been debatable. Then, his home had been the uncharted lands, a sprawling paradise where anything could have happened. Still, it wasn't truly a home. No, it was merely a vehicle, meant to transport him from The Pride to the one place that had been – and still was, more than anywhere else – his one true home. Tanglewood. While there had been more than a few troubles throughout his time within the group, he couldn't deny that this was his ultimate home. It was where he had made all of his connections. It was where he had met his true family, and where he had become the better person that he was today. He wouldn't give up the swamp-dwelling group for the entire world, as evidenced by the fact that he had returned even after losing one of the people who mattered to him the most.

That wasn't to say that the other groups he had dwelled within had treated him poorly, however. Elysium suited him just fine, and although they moved at a slower pace than Tanglewood, it was actually sort of a relief. In addition to that, there were certainly a great deal of interesting people within Elysium that he had the pleasure of interacting with. The kind group within the mountains served him nearly as well as a home as Tanglewood did, save for the occasional attacks from the gods. The Knights of Concord had welcomed him with open arms too, even if they had eventually faded into a sort of quiet obscurity. Still, none of them could begin to hold a candle to Tanglewood, mainly because of the people. Although Tanglewood had changed a great deal since he had initially joined nearly a year ago, the people were still what made the shaderunner want to defend Tanglewood, until the day that he drew his last breath. Although he had lost some of those within Tanglewood he had once considered family, he still had Viera. V, who had stuck by him through some of the worst times in his life. V, who had been a mother to him, when his birth mother had tossed him aside and cursed him, claiming he was a pox on their family. As long as Viera was around, he was whole, and he was home.

Since his recent promotion, Aurum had been making efforts to be around the group often once again, wanting to make sure that he was being helpful, and welcoming anyone who needed it. As such, he hadn't been keeping as much of a close eye on Viera, despite the anxiety that ran cold through him whenever she was out of his sight. Some part of him was scared. Scared that she would disappear again if he left her alone for too long. Thankfully, that seemed to be far from the case, as the angel noticed when he saw his adoptive mother leaving the main town. Curiosity – and a fair amount of worry – piqued, the lion followed after her, his eyes eventually widening with realization when he noticed where she was – her old home. He had come over often in the past, mainly to enjoy some tea, and lunch. Delilah and Vig were already there, so the male didn't pause in trotting up to the front door, slipping his way inside before letting out a kind chuff, "V... wasn't sure I'd ever see this place all cleaned up again. If you need any help, I'll be happy to offer as well. If not, maybe we could do a tea lunch, like we used to? I can bring things over." The invitation was silently extended to Delilah and Vig as well, although Aurum was unsure if Vig would be aware of that, given his current position poking out from beneath one of Delilah's large wings.