Istas always had the strange...look in his eyes. Andras could never put his paw on it, what with the whole...weird Paldor eyes. The whole family was a group of...interesting wolves. Yet the way Istas looked at him, he swore he could feel an admiration there, which certainly did boost up his morale in some cases.

The younger white male did seem eager and interested. Perhaps he is one to not let a good mystery pass him by- which is exactly what Andras needs. Andras cannot go out and be gone forever, perhaps when he served under Baphomet, but he had to spend most of his time in Iromar.

Red touched ears listened as the white male spoke. He had been wanting to hear the opinions of others for a while yet it is...difficult, and thus why he avoided it. At times when he thought of it, he simply wanted to murder whoever was near. Yet most the time, it just drove a stake deep, deep down into his heart to where he thought it would beat no more.

He considered Istas' words. His eyes looked around, thoughts slithering around like slippery snakes, one after another. Everything was starting to blur, and all he wanted was some sort of clarity of the situation. And yes, he remembered Wraith. All those little white fur balls were born here. Wraith had been accepted in Taviora as a member, and Andras let a smirk touch his cracked lips. His last words only brought continued confidence to Andras- if it was real or not.

"Go then. Go to Taviora. With your brother there, it should certainly be easy to take a look around. Report back to me at once if you find her there- find out if she is there willingly or not...although...Taviora and I had a pact, if they took her...it would mean war," he boomed, fading into a murmur at the end as his eyes narrowed to a point in the distance. He shook his head after a moment, before looking back to Istas. "Go, get out of here. Tell Aithne if I am not...here when you get back," he stated, motioning his head for the boy to go.