Aithne's posture is one most dominant, but I do not find it at all intimidating. She is not here to intimidate, and neither am I. Here for Siren she was, and here I was to answer any questions honestly and thoroughly. I almost feel as if when Siren had first come to us dragging Romain's corpse, one of us should have gone to Iromar to speak with.. well, whomever. But then Andras had still been their Lord, and to be the one to bring news of such things.. Coszcotl would have never allowed any wolf but himself to be the bearer. And even the thought of that is enough to bring on a shudder. Those times are past, though, and we are here and we are now; Aithne is a wolf most just and wise, reminiscent of Father to me. There is surprise on her features when it is that I mention Siren, giving me to tilt my slender and feminine skull to the side in my own curiosity. My words must be news to her, then, and I consider this as she speaks.

Blunt and straight forward she is, and with what little she says I still find myself liking this Aithne. I am not given too much time to contemplate such things, for it is at the very end of her sentence where a 'tell me' would be that Siren instead seems to appear between us out of thin air. I watch her closely, nonplussed by the way she snuck up on us and her basic demeanor. Since coming to Taviora, she has been a wolf most elusive, preferring the singular company of Solaris above any other. Often times I have felt her, when I visit my brothers grave in the wood where Father buried him with the help of that same Solaris. I feel her in the shadows, stalking and watching; not as a predator but a silent, stealthy and small guardian. It, and she has often brought a ghost of a smile to my lips, even if I do not show it these moments. Instead I am intent on Siren, for I would not have her move to harm Aithne. Aithne, I knew, would not move to harm Siren.

I knew the look of care and love felt toward pack, toward what was family. It did not matter that Siren was not my blood, just the way it did not matter she was not blood to Aithne. There was love there, and care all the same, and I respected this greatly. I stay silent as I watch the interactions, more than ready to step in and intervene as needed but for the time being content to observe. The leader of Iromar speaks first with her body, and then with her words. As she lowers her large frame down to the forest floor that blankets our home, I am quite aware of our surroundings for I will not have another sneak up on us now. It is one thing for Siren to slip by me unnoticed, but another all together for a wolf not of Taviora or a wolf intending ill will. I do not know how the young dark wolf will react, but I can only hope it will be well, even as she places herself so protectively in front of me. It is most endearing, and I feel my heart swell for the girl in front of me. None of my own sisters remain, but from the day she had come to us from the swamps I had thought of her as very much family.

Aithne says her words, and I find my head nodding in agreement with her. And as she finishes, I use my height on Siren to my advantage. It is easy to slip around her for I am mostly all legs, though I do not place myself between them. I am more so off to the side, so that they both can see me and I can see the both of them. Pointedly I look at Siren- reassurance and a calmness there in me before beginning my speaking to Aithne, eventually turning my dark violet gaze to follow suit. "She came to us the same night my brother, Roamin, was murdered in Iromar." At my brief pause I am now looking at Aithne, no anger present in my gaze or expression, but calmness I find when I speak of him. "They were bound young, and my little brother was a care free and kind soul. You can see where Lillth would have come in then, I would think." If Aithne has spent any amount of time around the previous leader of the swamps, she must have known something of his mate. But I do not plan to leave much to her imagination, beside the obvious. "When Lillith killed Roamin, Siren did her best to save him. When she could not, she brought him home to our Medicine Wolf, my Father, and here in the forest he was buried." I had to stop there, for I felt my voice as a thick emotion caught heavily in my throat.

It was just as Father had told me of it, as he had learned himself the night Siren had come. I am only just now aware of the tears wetting my cheeks as they run down my face, but I am not ashamed of them and I do not move to brush them away. Instead, I continue my watchfulness of the both of them as well as the forest that surrounds us. Siren I hope has heard my words and understood my explanation to Aithne, and I hope that somehow we may reach her and calm her in these moments.