I wasn’t disappointed in what Daenerys had to offer me in terms of information. It just wasn’t what I hoped for. It wasn’t her fault though, and I didn’t begrudge her for not jumping to her paws and having the Mountain rise itself to search for my child. Keep an eye out though? An ear? Yes. Those were things I expected them to do, to help me just have another source of information if she just happens to come by. I can see my sister favors one of her legs rather strongly. Age is a horrible thing, old wounds catching up to her. I didn’t hear the full story of her removal from power, but I knew it was fairly sudden, at the same time though I knew we both weren’t as young as we used to be. I felt like a horrible brother having never checked on the why she had been removed. Perhaps that injury was the why. Today though wasn’t the place or the time. I had things to do.

She reaches out to me then, and I do not refuse her touch, I lean into it even wrapping my own mahogany and golden neck around her cooler toned one. Though it did little to placate me, my mind and heart still raced as I prepared myself mentally for what may happen after I departed. I knew where I was going next, where I should have just gone at the very start. It would be them. Perhaps I cursed myself by going to Diveen where they seem to have constant conflict with those in the moors. Somehow it had gotten my precious daughter involved. Once again my claws scrape the ground and rock under my paws, I pull away from from her after she speaks giving a soft hum of acknowledgement for her words as I do so. It was then she spoke again lifting her leg and looking away.

”You were plenty of help sister.” I say trying to comfort her. ”Just keep an ear and an eye out for my Wren, that’s help enough.” I said touching my forehead to hers. ”I love you too, Daenerys. You stay safe as well.” I was making no promises on my end. After all I was about to go marching into a pack and accuse them of stealing my daughter, I was sure that could only go badly by the time I got there. Perhaps I would meet up with my son… but then again, he was no fighter, he was still innocent to this world and the bad things that came along with it. He had a peaceful life with us, there was no need for him to experience bloodshed or see it. Though I hoped it didn’t come to that at all I just… couldn’t see myself keeping a cool head.

I turn then departing the land that was my birth home I would tell Sparrow to go home, then I would make my way to Iromar first and hopefully there I would find some answers there and not have to resort to murder to get them.