He continued to consume, but his senses were not completely dulled away with the death of his family, Naberius and Lillith, and the missing Elesor and Siren. Everything was falling apart, one by one, and they were all being picked off it seemed. Very little connected him here anymore, very little could keep him going these days as he feasted upon the gift from Raven. He could feel the nervousness from the girl, only slightly, but his eyes would dash up, the brightness of their sunset hues fading just as the sun does itself over time. Perhaps, he will rise again, or perhaps he destined for eternal night.

He knows that she has been gone, traveling as she was told, figuring this strange world that we all live in. He understood her predicament, and yet he would only do so much. She must be strong and stand for herself, so he will not discourage such a thing from her as she does speak, her voice soft like puppy fur.

He did listen to her words with his red-tipped ears, hearing of what she did and found out. Spirane, ah yes, when she speaks he knew who she was talking of, who challenged. How Purge had attempted to take and keep the throne, and yet it appears to have failed. Unfortunate, but nothing he could do. He merely snorts at that before she moved on to Taviora. Yes, they did have a no-steal pact, but it was still well known Taviora is nothing but another arm of Diveen. He liked them being wary. Her comments of Diveen were a bit..stranger, and as his jaws crushed and crunched on bone, he heard of the the attack, his eyes narrowing as he chewed. He lifted his bloodied maw, looking upon her as she speaks of Tobias, who had once visited here with his flame-touched mate. To survive an attack from the male was notable, and Raven should be aware of such.

She then spoke of the new pack, Asteraia, and how the leader did not like him. He did not know the name, but he smirked at the prospect of the leader disliking him. At lot of outside wolves did not like him, and he didn't like them either. He wondered who it could be, and he could only really know for sure once he sees him with his own eyes. He scoffed before he began chewing on bone again, enjoying the feeling, getting some tension out through his teeth as Raven continued on. The girl sure did know how to sooth him, even in the slightest. A kill and a calm voice? It worked better than he would think.

She then mentioned wanting to go to Glorall, helping us be allies. His teeth give way to a slight flashing at her last comment as he continued to taste upon flesh. Iromar could stand strong own its own, and yet he still felt as an empty shell, a thing most lacking without his Lillith. Glorall, was still touched with the taint of Diveen at their borders. Sure, Tesseract once resided here in the swamps, but would he really be interested? He licked his lips, skin flapping where it was ripped by Iblis.

"You have proven worthy of such, Raven, to go speak to Glorall. It is good to know of who leads Spirane now, it appears that Purge was unable to hold it, an ally she was to be I am sure. Tobias though, Raven, is not a wolf to trifle with. To have survived such an attack is worthy of praise. Wear your scars with pride, and use them against Diveen as you will. You may go to Glorall if you wish, but negotiating alliances is no easy task, not when all the leaders enjoy suckling at Diveen's swollen teat," he boomed, eyes casting down at the thing that can be hardly recognized as a creature anymore. He questioning coming in as a string, his ear pulling back in irritation.

"Wrong..." his words come out as a slither. "Wrong...All is wrong, Raven. She is gone, my Lillith, gone forever, my daughter, missing. My son, just as dead as Lillith. Wrong...cannot describe it," he almost whispered, his jaws clenching as a deep, dark sigh came from the beast. He did not know what to say, his mind swirling as the dark thoughts of death consumed him. Nothing was the same. He was empty, void of all with Lillith. No, wrong was much too...bland of a word...