He gave nod to her acknowledgement, but things were not as easy as they should be these days. She had asked him what was wrong, and he told her what was on his mind. There was no way to describe the feeling of a bond being ripped from him to anyone. No, no one could understand it quite like he could. He bond with Lillith was a sacred one, and he was alone in this world without her.

Yet he was unsure how to handle it, already once attempting to kill his son that should not be alive, and yet he could not bring himself to do it. It was a strange feeling and sensation that has brought him into a deep, spiraling depression. It was like a sink hole, slowly sucking in paw in until it slowly suffocates him. Yet his red tipped ears do still live as Raven speaks. She offers to look for Siren, and then give him word of Chael, bringing his teeth to expose to the cool fall air in added irritation.

"Chael..." he whispered with his tail whipping behind him once. Chael was a valued member, despite being a pathetic one, and he did indeed notice his disappearance. Change was certainly something inevitable, and his eyes grew dead for a moment before he kicked back.

"Siren will be found, when you go to Glorall, keep you eyes open for her, and your nose...as for Chael, he will be missed, as much as I know you...disliked his position in the pack," he stated with a slight nod. He knew from before, that Raven had a sort of distaste for her father. He saw it in her eyes, and in her teeth when he would cower. Her face remained serious, hard yet with a subtle warmth as he let his sunset eyes blaze into her own.

"He loved you, Raven, and don't you ever forget it," he boomed, the young growing woman standing up and coming towards him. He did not move, did not startle or stiffen. He simply kept his glossed orbs upon her, watching her carefully as the words slip out of her mouth. It was...odd perhaps, to hear such things. He was never that much of a father nor did he do well with younger pups. They were always so annoying, asking tons of questions, overextending themselves, begging for attention. He left a lot of the raising to Lillith, and Demons were known for making their young independent well before others. Yet Raven as not as needy, not as clingly, and more willing to please. She did not annoy him as even his own children tended to do. But his ears still could hardly believe what they were hearing, and she even dared to come closer to him. She came to touch muzzle to muzzle, initially bringing the slightest bit of teeth to uncover from their black veils, but he allowed the touch despite his warning.

"Very well, Raven. Do you wish to be consider a daughter of Iromar- a daughter of my own?" he asked, not moving his muzzle other than to speak his words. He assessed her, how she acted to such an offer. She was stubborn in some ways as he saw before with Chael, and she is free to reject such a thing, but if she wished it, it could be so, if only the girl would stand up for herself.