The call of a frightened cub alone was enough to make Aurum approach, the large shaderunner having been out on the hunt before Nicabar's call reached him. A frown came to his muzzle at the distressed tone in the child's voice, and he soon found himself making large strides to get over to him, wings occasionally flapping to move him faster. When he eventually came upon the serval caught within the trap, he found himself unsurprised by the situation – after all, quite a few new joiners found themselves caught up in traps when they were just looking for shelter. However, while the circumstances surrounding Nicabar didn't surprise him, the child himself very much did. As soon as the angel laid his eyes upon the serval, it was like an instant headache, much to his chagrin. His angelic sight immediately began to try and pinpoint what was happening, but it wasn't truly able to, because there was a veritable swarm of spirits laying before him. Aurum found himself recoiling at the confusion of it all, his eyes narrowing and his head spinning in an attempt to make sense of it all. It took a long few seconds before things finally began to click, and he was able to calm himself enough to focus.

Unfortunately for him, perhaps it would've been better if he hadn't managed to decipher it all. As the fog began to clear, the angel was stunned by the presence of certain souls. Spirits he recognized, within the serval. Two of them caused him to want to recoil even more, or even run the child out of the territory, but there was one... one that left him breathless. Moth. His beloved sister. The sister he had never thought he would see again, because he had thought her lost as a result of the tremors. His chest tightened, and the lion's movements were almost mechanical as he carefully moved forward, moving to release Nicabar from the trap that he was stuck in, and help him to solid ground. Aurum wasn't even sure what to say, feeling dizzy and vaguely disoriented. Eventually he found himself sitting, just so that he wouldn't fall over. It took seemingly ages before he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and slightly breaking, "Who... who are you?" The lion had none of his usual eloquence, or friendliness. Instead, he was just stunned, and vaguely horrified.

Aurum found himself speaking in a slightly shaking tone to Fenris when the other approached, his words coming out as more biting than he had originally intended, "He's fine. He can answer." It was after this that the boy did just that, his body language and face betraying no sense of recognition, or familial ties. The angel could feel his heart aching, wanting to scream in agony at the situation before him. However, he didn't wish to scare Nicabar, no matter how much the boy's mere existence caused him to suffer. Instead, he just took a long breath inward, driving back the shakes as he dug his claws deep into the mud below him, desperate for some sort of anchor.

Vigenere was already introducing himself and taking the lead, so the lion just followed along, lowering his head slightly before he spoke, on the same level as Nicabar, "M... My name is Aurum, little Nicabar." He tried to keep his one eyed blue gaze from growing intense as he questioned, tail flicking from side to side, "...Where did you come from?" He supposed that tied into what Vig had asked, but he still felt the need to vocalize the question himself. Had Nicabar simply been born, and cursed to keep gathering souls? Or was he some kind of divine gesture from the universe? All the possibilities made Aurum's heart ache, his desperation to see his sister again growing by the minute.