Her words cause his eyes and brows to furrow in confusion, like what she said made no sense. He had seen the eyes of the souls, felt there presence and yet he was not entirely sure they were there at all. Knowing they had gone, that they had fled, means that Lillith's had fled as well. The confusion turned into something solid, and he simply nodded as it became increasingly clear what he had to do.

It may not be clear to the female whose eyes he did lock with, but he had felt her life energy before him and was convinced now that she was before him. His form once great staggered forward a bit, but she came to him and shared her energy with him. He stood still again, breathing in and out while hearing the sound of water splash behind him from some creature or another, ears flicking back almost lazily to listen. If Lillith's soul was not here as he thought, then he had to lure her back. A gift was needed, perhaps, and he knew the perfect gift to give her. The blood of his unwanted son needed to be spilled, and then the eyes of Lillith so bright would come forth again. A dark smile was starting to cross his cracked lips, and no longer was he looking at Aithne, but beyond her once more, as if she was invisible and the path to salvation was in front of him.

He began moving forward again, slowly but surely, and her first words did not seem to register immediately. He was being drawn away, lured like pup on their first scent trail. The darkness inside of him wanted to boil and roam free, to find the souls he needed and missed so much. It was not until Aithne spoke again, more suddenly, did his paws dirtied stop in their tracks. The sun did still glisten on his red fur, his head mulling through his children one by one.

"Elesor, gone so long, her name, barely rolls off the tongue...Astaroth, my son, whose eyes still fall on Iromar, Siren....." he pauses while taking in a breath, eyes narrowing slightly before simply moving on. "Lamia, destined to heal Iromar's wound, Nogitsune...wandering....and him...and it" his voice begins to change at the end, to boil with an anger unseen for a few moons. The him and the it were touched with a hatred as a single tooth exposed in his split lip. That was his target, his goal. The other children of his were part of his soul and the combination of he and Lillith. This other...was never meant to be, and immediately his mind took hold of the child he needed to kill. His mind repeated over his children, attempting to hold onto any other than his bastard child but in the end he saw the small, weak child who he had pinned to the ground. He could have taken his neck, but for whatever reason...his weakness took hold. This time...it would not be the same. He began to walk forward again, not really answering the question that Aithne proposed, his mind only gripping to the subject of his children, for he could not miss anything as he does Lillith.