It was perhaps not something he could solve himself. None of it made any particular sense, the death of Lillith, and it was well about time that everything sorts itself out. There was one wolf he knew he had to find, one wolf of white with eyes milky. He had informed him of Naberius, and he will certainly find out what has happened.

The brute was out on his typical stroll. his mind teeming as his black paws stop upon the earth closer to the north. His sunset eyes look warily upon Spirane. Aithne had said Siren was not there, and he did trust that at least from Aithne's perspective, she was not there. He came to the border, his nose lowering to the damp cold ground. He inhales, taking a few steps. No sign of her, Siren, after so long. His eyes narrowed as he contemplated. He knew he could not go out and find her himself, not yet.

And then his ears seemed to burn as he heard the steps of something behind him. He lifted his head once again, turning to look behind him as he saw Istas come forth. It did please him that Istas came to find him instead of calling for me. He heard his greeting, giving way to a nod at his approach. The boy seemed eager, and he was pleased to see this, and he figured he was here for the same reason he wished he would be here...if not, Istas could bring up whatever he wanted after Andras spoke.

"Istas, it is time," he stated as he turned slowly to face him. He held a dark regal gaze to him, his face ripped with a new scar upon his visage. He was always a fierce looking male, muscular as he holds himself high above the white ghost.

"Aithne has told me found no sign of Siren in Spirane when she visited earlier. Istas- she must be found. I do not know what happened still, if she left against her will or not. I cannot leave Iromar unattended for as long it would probably take to find her. You, however, can. I want you to go find her. I think...she may hold answers that we cannot find," he booms, eyes wandering off towards Spirane again as he turns his head towards the mountain. What if Siren was being hidden away in the rocks? Yet, what reason would they have to do such a thing. His nose wrinkled in irritation, before he turned his attention back to Istas.

"What do you think, Istas? What do you think happened?" he asked, seeking what perspective of another who has assessed the situation. There was no right or wrong here. He simply...wanted to find the answers to the mystery that made his heart bleed.