It seemed that his question had indeed caught the younger girl off guard, for the silence between them was drawn out further than expected. It was with a sad smile that Haven told Cae of her parents, who they are, or as she had corrected; who they were. For indeed it was that he knew of the fate of her parents, his handsome skull giving a subtle nod at her next words, though mention of her older brother had his creme and chocolate painted ears perking to attention. He was a good wolf, this Tal, one Cae would find one day and thank for his kindness to his sisters. The pale, earthy toned speckled wolf knew he did not have to do such a thing, but as it was he wanted to thank the other wolf for having such a soul as he must have.

His own family had never been quite seperated so, even if he had been born to the bogs and swamps of Iromar, his parents had not been killed so unjustly. Rather, his own parents were now in their prime of success, having taken a home for themselves and the youngest of his siblings. Even Lucero, his brother of a year younger had taken residence up with them, even deciding to set himself on the path to become heir. It would seem that the family of loners had almost all at once decided to settle down, in vastly different places but in homes all the same. From the vantage point in the mountain, and from where they sat, far off in the distance could the hills and rolling lands of Asteraia be seen, the very place Haven had mentioned his parents being new Alpha's of. He had confirmed such a thing for her, but his thoughts were more inclinced to focus on her than his own self. He wanted to know about her, about Spirane and her family, about anything he could when it came to his new home.

If the young wolf did happen to ask about his own family, he would undoubtedly tell her and of course not deny her. But he did prefer to know and listen all about her, though when she asked her last question, he gave a moments consideration before speaking. His voice was gentle, for the air between them only and for her ears alone, speaking to her not as a child but simply another wolf whom he currently held the companionship of. "I know of the life consuming bond between the old Alphas of the Mountains, and the love that they shared until their last moments. My parents - " here, Cae looked to Haven beside him, his mismatched gaze of bright teal and the richest mahogany drawn away from those he spoke of in the distance "Alpha's of Asteraia, as you have mentioned, share that very same bond. There is nothing on this world or any other that could break such a thing, beside death itself." The young, fully grown wolf was mostly his Mother with a bit of his Father, something akin to Fatherly but more Motherly instinct causing him to want to reach out to her then. And he does, though he is not too forward in it.

Dark nose brushes gently against her tan muzzle in brief and gentle comfort, though he is quick to pull away, unwilling to overstep any boundry that may be in existance. Just after, he's turning his mismatched gaze once more out to the land laid out just before them, silence seeming to hang thick and perhaps to last awhile, only to be suddenly broken once more by his gentle though rich tones. "I know that your parents held great respect over many- my Father has spoken many tales about the wolves of the mountains and how skilled in their agility and footing they are. The wolves of old Moladion cherished your family, and we wolves of the New Moladion love you and your family none the less." Honest sincereity broke the confident note of his tones, and though his gaze wavered it did not turn from the land beyond lands, where the other part of his own family lie. His home was the mountain, but a part of him would forever remain with them in the hills and the meadows of their new home, forever watched over from their ally and Mountain protector to the West.