Really, his care was rather little for that of Spirane at this point and the younger ruler. Would she really hold water, or would she sink into the sand like many other leaders of Spirane did? Simply to ensure the mountain did not fall upon the swamps was enough. He could not handle any more crumbling around him, although it would be tempting to see the mountain shrink into an ant hill.

Aithne's words lead his head to nod, trusting in the sounds that pour from her lips on this day. Yet he could only help but wonder- who is the rabbit and who is the eagle? Petty thoughts really, small and petty in the real picture. It was enough, and Andras was pleased with Aithne. He had been pleased with her for a while, and although he was becoming but demon bones soaked in fire, he could still appreciate what Aithne does and what she brings to the pack.

Yes, the more important points where here, swirling through the air like a thick fog. Siren. Would she run to the mountains in sorrow? What would she do? Really, he did not know what Siren would do in hearing or seeing her Mother's death, but he could only speculate, his mind delving into dark matters, if some sick twisted male took her against her will. Bloody flamed hues point to the sky upon his back at the thought, the mystery of his missing daughter angering him deeply as time went on. He is distracted in his own deep thoughts, sunset eyes almost glazing over like frost, looking past and not quite at Aithne as she speaks. Well, that is one place crossed off his list. Yet it doesn't mean he wouldn't climb the mountain high to get a glimpse of her obsidian fur.

He snapped to, almost at the instant Aithne decided to breath again, and such a slight action did not go unnoticed as he eyes drifted towards her chest before rising to meet her face once more.

"She is not there, but she is out there-somewhere, I feel it in my very bones"he stated through clenched teeth and breath hot, yet words of Avery going to seek out Siren seeped from Aithne's mouth. Yes, Avery does need to prove her worth for the position, but Avery knows nothing of Siren, and such a situation is too...delicate. Black brows touched with red snakes narrow in thought, taking in Aithne's suggestion in a stark silence. It was only broken by Aithne's condolences, which snaps his eyes back into consciousnesses again.

"No...." he whispers. "Siren...she must be found by someone she knows. You, me, her brothers or sisters. No, Avery will be judged by you, Aithne. Judged in the heat of battle. You will determine her fate, criticize her prowess in tooth and claw. Siren...she will turn up...she has to..." he states, his head turning away to look upon the wet slosh not far from them, teeming with little bits of life and death. He will have to go find her himself if he had to- and yet, he cannot stray too far for too long from Iromar. There is so much for him to do beyond the borders, even beyond that of Siren. How can he...possibly maintain a pack and take care of what needs to be done?