There is a certain dull aspect to the Medicine Wolf's gaze as he watches the scene unfold before him. The Peacekeeper of their home is quick upon them, offering comfort to the small demon girl all throughout her wailing and flailing. Sen's instinct is to do much the same, but his dead son at his paws has him rooted the spot. His subtly vague mind wondered what Hush would do, think, or say, if she could see what had become of their first son. Of one of their children, their very own flesh and blood. Mostly creme ears fall back against his slender skull, hot and searing emotion suddenly tearing through his mind, down his spinal colum to flood his entire frame. A very long time ago, the pale wolf had ceased to worry of this outcome. When he had found his red headed bird, his Hush, all worries and thoughts of such calamity had been out of mind. And here he was, years later, having almost utterly forgotten his own fragility until it took the death of his son to painfully remind him. Memories were a toxic plague as they bubbled and chruned up from the dark recesses of his mind- reminding him of things that were meant to be long forgotten. It had not been his fangs to take Roamin's life, but they were stained all the same.

Utter silence is given as the younger wolves before him interact, the two being closer in age than he would ever be to them. And though his words had offered protection and hopefully comfort to the girl, there was some part of him that ached for his legs to move and carry him, far away from here, from her, from him, from Roamin's corpse and all the pain that lingered. He did not know where he would go, but he did know that he could not go. At least, not yet. Not until she was where she belonged, safe and sound. Forcefully dragging his darkly tinted violet gaze from Roamin's blood drenched corpse to Siren and Solaris, his usually smooth and easy voice coming forth in something akin to rough gravel. So much pain had a way of changing, of altering things, and Sen was not immune to such affects. "He liked to be close to us, when he and we were here." It might have not made too much sense, but it was what was true. And after his words and silent staring at the young pair, Sen soon returned his attention to his son, who he would remain by until it was time to lay him beneath the earth. He would not be opposed to aid from his pack members, from his family, but he was not willing to leave the corpse. As much as Roamin was gone and Sen knew it better than he knew anything, he still could not leave him, not quite yet.

There was minimal interaction from him toward the others, but it wasn't all entirely too bizzare. He had just lost his son, after all, at the jaws of wolves who had long ago plagued his family, and apparently continued to do so. All he could do was stare until perhaps something snapped him out of it, if anything were even possible to do so.