They still were at a loss… they had lost their home, one of their children then another went running back right into the fray. Cenmatl had been so distraught when he had found out and had wanted to run back after Hemlock and attempt to save Whisper himself too. Pine though had given Hemlock the chance to go, he didn’t want to come here and lord Cenmatl didn’t know what to make of that situation. However, after a few months, Zelda had kept her promise… Whisper was back with him. He was so relieved and had loved on his daughter like nothing else. He felt so useless and pathetic, but if he had tried, or Pine, Aster and Halcyon, Cenna didn’t think it would have went so smoothly. He would have just laughed in their faces. Zelda explained what she had traded for them, and Cenmatl, of course, didn’t think at all that it wasn’t worth it. However, Hemlock never returned. He had gone willingly and was mute and surely he wasn’t kept captive too?

He had expected him to come back, but weeks have passed since Whispers return and nothing… She said he was there and fine did he… like it? The thought made him sick. Surely not there had to be some other reason? Maybe he was staying until Aspis was freed? Yes… that was what he wanted to believe. However, Zelda had other things to do with her pack and Cenmatl, seeing as he was here offered to help her in return and do whatever it was he could to pay her back for rescuing his daughter. She asked him to return to scouting the borders like he used too, and that there was a boy who might need some lessons later, but she had believed her upcoming Trust would be doing it. She had stepped down from wanting the rank, Cenmatl saw less of her on the borders and then not at all. He didn’t explore the issue, but when he heard the rather strangled call reached his ears. If he wouldn’t have known better he would have thought it was his son Aspen’s. He was deaf so his calls were very unique and special and easy to pick out in a group. However it had been for Sidriel, and Cenmatl made his way towards the call with ease, his mostly black form trotting through the forest until his pupiless eyes found the multi-colored boy waiting for, well not him, but someone.

”Hello there.” Cenmatl greeted his tail waving a small smile on his maw despite all the troubled times the previous alpha of Iromar had been through. ”I guess you were wanting Sidriel… but she’s not around, I’m Cenna, if you’d like I can take you with me today.” He said motioning for the boy to follow. He had his suspicions that the boy was deaf, he wasn’t sure if he was as good or better than Aspen was at reading lips or telling body language but he tried anyway. Speaking slowly and trying to keep his sentences to the point and even offering the child the shorter, very much less confusing nickname he had. He assumed this, but by the howl and by his son’s own condition, Cenna could tell, and he just hoped he could pay back Zelda even a little by teaching the boy here today.