His mind is often a distracted one since she was ripped from him. Like now, with his eyes fixated on the death before him, and how he can only wonder if her body felt any of the maggots that bit into her flesh upon death. Avery was not ignored in his mind though, she was very much there. He could feel her near, smell her and hear her. It just...simply wasn't needed to look upon anyone. It was more of a social thing to look upon others with their eyes, but his mind was too deep to consider the social bounds.

He can smell the stench of death that litter the area, a stench that would take many months to get rid of after all the excess bodies and bones he decorated the place with. It was more a reminder now than ever, of how easy death can come and steal you away and consume you until you are nothing but dirt. He breaths in the musk of the lifeless as Avery speaks, her opinion in some way, even the slightest bit comforting.

"Perhaps, she does not suffer- perhaps she runs in Hell, destroying all enemies in her wake," he states in almost a dark whisper, his sunset eyes tightening with the red coils of his fur around them. His limbs were not so tightly wound, his fur did not stand on edge as it had only so many moons ago. The cold of winter was creeping in, and this will be the first winter without her to warm his bed with. Life was going to be endlessly cold from now on, endlessly filled with the constant torture and suffering of his missing half.

He knew he had weakened without her. He did not feel her strength enhancing his own. She no longer guided his paw, no longer enforced his muscles. He was not the same, and he was not ignorant of this. It was a frustrating thing, one he has hardly been able to deal with as of yet. He finally allowed his pained eyes to lift, to set on Avery in her budding, growing form with each and every moon. He- he was but an aging old man, He was the oldest of the alphas of Moladion, and he knew full well in time, his body would begin to betray him....his mind, was already well on the way.

"One day, Avery, I will not be here. I will be but a body in the swamp, with maggots for eyes and ravens for fur. You- you must remain strong, when all else falls," he boomed, his voice growing harder with each choked word. He bite back his words for a moment, teeth grinding behind blackened, charred lips.

"Promise me, Avery, you will be the strength that Iromar needs- you and Aithne- aid her when the time comes, promise me, Avery..." he asked, his reddened hackles raising only slightly, only to show that stark passion was still within him, just buried away, deep down in the darkens obscured.