It was a similar surreal feeling, seeing someone who had been missing for so long return into one's life. Aurum and Crow had never really been close, but the lion had certainly known of him during his reign as general, and hadn't been glad to see the guy drop off the face of the earth. For all the proxy had known, Crow could've been dead this whole time, with Leroy just not telling anybody. Although presumably Selby would've figured out something was up... maybe.

Either way, after snapping out of the initial shock of seeing Crow settled down near the middle of town, Aurum felt a warm feeling of happiness fill him. He was glad to see that the feline was alright, even if he hardly looked like he was ready to go for a long run or anything along those lines. The angel moved over slowly, flashing the other a small smile before he sat, tufted tail moving to rest across his paws. He kept his voice low as he spoke, unsure if Crow had some sort of headache, given the way he was squinting and shifting around, "Hey Crow... it's good to see you around again. How've you been lately?" They were mundane things to ask, especially after Crow essentially disappeared within his home, but he didn't know if the former leader was still in a snappy mood, like when Leroy had first returned.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

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[div style="width: 300px; max-height: 100px; height: overflow; overflow: scroll; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-top: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #152232; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify;"]He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.

Any other day, he would have left Aurum to whatever he was doing. Usually it was the mundane daily things. Ivan, in all his aloofness, thought of himself to do better things, loftier things — like plundering the library. However in the corner of his eye, he noticed just how similar Crow looked compared to Ivan's brother, Atticus. It caught him by surprise and he understood at once that this was Selby's father. As Ivan slunk closer, he quickly realized that although his grandfather shared in Atticus's color, his features and lanky figure bore more semblance to Ivan's own.

Oh Ivan had heard of Crow, but he required a face to a name for him to continue thinking about said person. As he grew up, he just didn't think about him. Crow hadn't impacted his life in any way, but that was fair, because it wasn't his fault nor his duty. Ivan was quite observant in Crow's appearance. He understood that this was the cause of some great upset or depression, though this had likely happened before he was born. Ivan too, was plagued by upsets, upsets of the mind rather than anything.

Ivan twisted his nose and lips in reluctant fascination.

"Hi." He said, against his better judgment.

"I'm Ivan."