He sees the way that Aithne reacts in the distance, and his fur bristles to where his ember-touched angel mark is seen in his undercoat. It burns like a boiling sun within him as he now knows and realizes what has happened. He feels his lips shiver and shake, body tense as he takes a step forward as if the pursue the male but it was far too late, and Aithne was much closer as it is anyway. He can only feel his breath and the rage of his beating heart as he watches Aithne, as Raven responds to his question. She only solidified the fact that this was not a consensual bonding, and his eyes fluttered back to her as his ears pin back again.

She buries her face in his fur, and that area does seem to lose a bit of tension, if only to give comfort to her. He looks to her as she remain buried, his mouth opening barely for a moment but no words seem to fall from his mouth. It is only the shock of the moment. The thought that he should have done something, should he known he was not stumbling upon an intimate moment, but he could not tell who it was until it was too late, he was too far, and the rapist was running. He wanted to curse himself under his breath.

He allows Raven to continue to bury himself in his fur, his nose turning slightly to barely touch her neck, but even then he did not feel right in doing so. It was not that he did not want to comfort her, but he didn't want to violate her space any more than it had been tonight. He whines as he hears the howl of anger and frustration from Aithne.

Yet when Aithne approaches, he can tell that she is seeing him as a sort of safety and protection, and for a moment wraps his neck around her, just to give her what he instinctively feel she needs in this moment. Aithne touches her muzzle, and he must hold back an anger he had never felt before. He looks to Aithne with his mysterious eyes, his hackles still raised as his head twisted to look where the male escaped, tail raising in a wish to pursue. Raven speaks again though, and he turns back to listen, allow her to lean into him if she so chooses. She does choose to do so, burying her face into his shoulder once more. His eyes lock back to Aithne's, his lips twitching with the desire for his blood, one he swore he could feel in connection with Aithne. They were tried in this moment, Aithne and Starfall, in a silent moment of planned vengeance. Raven's voice is like needles in his ears, causing him to hold his breath a moment.

"You...you are safe now. You will not be harmed further, you hear?" he said, his voice strong in her ears as he looks to Raven for but a moment.

"He will not get away with this..." he says with a calm voice, hinted with a deep frustration. He knew what he had to do. He knew the path he had to walk. He had to gather as much information as possible...and he had to approach his father again. His father is a known Assassin, the son of Heyel, and Azrael...Azrael would help him track this guy down and see him to a horrible death. He swore to himself in this moment he would do what he could for her, even if that meant approaching his father once more.