His face seldom lit up and yet, it did for a fleeting moment with her amendment. Curious, her insistence on setting that right, curious enough to warrant the side of his lips to curl up with all the elegance of his blood. For a moment, perhaps a piece of Heyel peeked through, a piece of his mother's beauty and yet, just as fast, it seemed to fade back into the blackness of his features. He had always been subtle and yet, his ear flickered in surprise of himself. In his mind, he knew what such a smile might mean and yet, Aster surely did not. She might come to learn many more wolves and yet, it was one thing to know and another to understand.

It wasn't uncommon for him to be quiet - in fact, it was very much his essence. Yet, this time his silence had been different. It was met with a hard swallow of a knot in his throat and eyes that roamed behind and beyond; for once, it was not elective. Her confirmation of simply asking had stunted his mind, forced the words into the darkest recesses of his skull. He was lost for words. They had eluded him. They drifted off into the breeze only to be met with a look that made him shrink back for a moment before he jerked back up. Whatever words had found their way from his lips had been the wrong one's - it made him frown.

I belong here. His eyes locked onto hers then, an ear tilted back almost in offense. Yet, he nodded slowly as she continued, his eyes narrowed as he began to place her words together, began to understand the state in which he had found her, the state in which she had lived in Glorall. The fire hadn't simply been dimmed but rather, doused. "Your brother...," he tested the word, a lingering question on his lips - his name? He could, at least, understand that. He had siblings - brothers, sisters - and he could...imagine. "Aranck..." He turned away again, his eyes set in the distance for Iromar.

Silence then. He pondered, his head slowly tilted again as he rose to his paws. Then, he turned to her, his head lower now. "I will go to Iromar." He stated flatly - not a question, not an idea but a decision. "I will find your brother." Again, he stated it as if it had been nothing but natural to deduce such a thing, as if the decision had been preordained. "And I will kill Aranck." He blinked then finally, broken from a trance, as his eyes met hers again. "Memories are...hard...to remove. But, I will remove that which creates them." He shrugged, unashamed in his resolution. "Then you can go as you please. Then I can ask you to go with me." He wanted to go then, to begin this task and yet, he felt it right to simply wait. Or rather, he felt it right to simply bask in her fire for some time longer knowing well that he would be facing the cold of Iromar no sooner than the moment he left Asteraia's borders.