To be surprised was a peculiar thing, Sidhe could not help but think. Aspis had surprised her with the unusual way he stood and watched, just as Whisper had surprised and been surprised in turn – each of them surprised in some different, unique way. Sidhe watched the emotions across each face and felt the tension ebb and flow in the air and across her skin like a mist of its own. Sidhe had been the wrong wolf for him but he had not been entirely the wrong wolf for her. His words had turned him on his paws and had brought about a wane smile on Sidhe’s own face. After all, she had both learned and felt something new in his presence. For Sidhe, it was enough, but Whisper’s arrival had spurred her to stay - just as it had apparently driven Aspis back to the moors too.

Sidhe looked up to Whisper as she spoke, a small nod offered but little more at her words. In that moment, Sidhe had understood she ought to be more her father - more a ghost – than her mother and yet, she knew she could not leave either. Pack was pack and even if she was but a child, she knew it was part of her duty to watch over a life she had been born connected to. So, she drifted back in step with Whisper, standing beside her as her eyes floated between the she-wolf and Aspis, a quiet ah of understanding having slipped out from somewhere inside her. Some part of her understood though she had many years yet to learn the true meaning of Aspis’ confusion or Whisper’s turmoil. It was easy enough to understand that the air was not warm or thick simply because it belonged to Iromar. Something between the two of them, perhaps even the three of them, had changed the atmosphere.

"You do not know?” Sidhe inquired with a soft voice, her head tilted once more as she glanced to Aspis and then to Whisper. Then, she spoke to Whisper, half-question and half-observation, "Did he leave some part of himself here?” Her brows furrowed, her lips puckered for a moment. "Has he come back to claim it?” She looked to Aspis again, her eyes searching him over once more. What might he have left behind? He had looked at her so strangely, and he looked at Whisper so very strangely too. Were they connected? Sidhe wished for a moment that she had been born able to see the wires and webs that connected each wolf and life in the world - if she had been able to, she might have been able to help him find it. But, she grinned, she was the wrong wolf.

Her paws were light on the earth and in a moment, she was ready to drift away into the mists and beyond...but only, she thought, if it were Whisper who desired it. Though she held no ill feelings towards Aspis, she could not shake his eyes from her mind. They had been green stones, hard and cold, and eyes like that had not belonged in the swamps for many seasons. Avery had chased those eyes out, and Sidhe knew that though she loved life, others loved life’s counterpart more.