"Dont cry."
He speaks. Vander may have changed physically. Some ferocious, ugly beast. But he was still in there. He lifts Vi gently, effortlessly. Walking on his back limbs to towards another scent. Someone who can take care of Vi. Caitlyn.

—on emotions but all the same.

He let out a deep rumbling growl to confirm it was him. He presses his head against Vi's, at least until she moved closer to bury into Warwick. His daughter. He wanted to shield her from it all and he failed. Not Vi.

"Violet.."
He called her name again. It sounded more human this time. Maybe a—

—voice calls. A long snout pressed her head in a nuzzle. His claws pull her in close and safe. Vander has found her. He will always find his daughters.

—A familiar sound and smell brings him from the mines he shelters in. Bringing himself through Zaun's streets. A hazy yellow in the chemtank on his back.

His steps approach, the hulking appearance. He sees Vi, crying. Punishing herself for tragedies she cannot control.

"Violet.."
The gravelly—

He is following a trail. Those heavy.. paws.. thumping with each step. His nose wiggles and inhales. They stumble upon a grizzly site. A plant exploded, taking many or the worker's lives. Foul play maybe?

Neither does the Beast of the Underground. And hes following a scent of blood.

"Hey, hey. S'alright now. Youre home. Just take it easy."

He rubbed her back gently. Holding his daughter secure and safe.

"Not alone. Never, Vi. Im so glad to see you. To see you safe.. a little bruised up but aye, I know you showed em whos boss."