He didn't know what the late ruler of Iromar looked like to know just how much Zharko resembled him or he might have picked up on that earlier. However, it might help him better in recognizing future relatives of the late tyrant when he saw them now, if they all had this same appearance. The eyes stood out, if nothing else. He was glad there were wolves like Pine and Jackdaw in this world to pick up the pieces after something like this happens and help reunite the family members. Maybe it would help them move on from Aranck's death and their troubled childhood. It was something, at least. He wasn't offended at all that Zharko wanted to go back to Iromar with Jackdaw. Zelda must have been expecting it at some point anyway. She wasn't one to stand in the way of family since it meant so much to their lineage. She would understand. Jackdaw glanced his way for a moment but didn't say anything before looking back at Zharko. He told him that he looked like Aranck and Dexter grimaced, not sure if Zharko would take that as an insult or compliment, based on what he had heard of their upbringing.

Jackdaw seemed troubled by the idea of someone trying to hurt Zharko's sister. This boded well to Dexter, if only because it reaffirmed that Jackdaw did care about what happened to the children of Aranck. Dexter heard the short lived growl cut short from his lips and held his growl, sure that it wasn't intended for anyone present. It was interesting to watch the body language conversation between Jackdaw and Zharko. Zharko was very confident for how young he was but Dexter had seen confidence in pups before so that wasn't so new. Jackdaw meanwhile seemed okay with his domineering presence, as if he was used to others being in control. So Jackdaw was a follower then. Jackdaw offered to take him to Iromar now and Dexter smiled encouragingly, glad to see something good come of this. He only wanted a little more information so that he could continue on his promise to Zharko.

Zharko didn't look happy about the comment of his looks, his eyes narrowing. Dexter's ears flicked back. No son should be unhappy about being told they are like their father. He never wanted that from his own children. He hoped they would always be proud to be told they look like or act like him. He got a name from Zharko, Zafira. It was a pretty name and hopefully it would stand out when he asked others about her. And even more good news, Zharko had a direction in mind. Glorall. Of course, the pack that he was already investigating for his own brother's poisoning. His jaw clenched a little at this news but at least the two could be left separate. Eden had no idea that he was being investigated so until Alistair and him confronted him with evidence, he should be free to roam with the packs still allies until proven otherwise.

He nodded.

"Thank you, that's very helpful. I'll go check it out while you go to Iromar. I will update you when I have something. I won't let you down."

Either way, he was either coming back to him with Zafira or with news of her. He scowled when Zharko said that they were trying to make her into a slave. His eyes darkened at the thought of any pup being made a slave. If Eden allowed such things in his pack then that was the least of their concerns. He could see the anxiety still in Zharko's eyes when he thought of his sister and Dexter felt for him. He knew he would be worried sick if something like that happened to Zeltzin. He liked the softness in Zharko's voice when he said his sister looked like their mother. It let him know Zharko cared for her deeply. Then he turned to Jackdaw, asking to be taken to his other siblings. At least he wouldn't just be pacing around restless and worrying about Zafira now. Dexter would handle that burden for him. It was odd how he hesitated before offering a please, as if simple words such as that were foreign to him and yet still he chose to use it. That meant something to Dexter. Some part of Zharko wanted to be good. Now as long as he wasn't dubious about Dexter finding Zafira cause he meant what he said. He wouldn't let him down.

He let them take their leave from Taviora, nodding a respectful farewell to Jackdaw and Zharko, his eyes twinkling in a "see you again" kind of way and he watched until they disappeared from view before he turned and headed out of Taviora him, heading toward the smell of the ocean and the borders of Glorall.