Neverwinter Forest i'm beyond the archetype

For a few moments, things simply didn't add up. There was no way that Allure had told Kjalarr and Ondine- Scimitar would've been missing, not dead when they'd joined...And then things clicked. Shrike's ears flattened and he sighed softly. What Kjalarr meant was that he'd known Scimitar was missing...That was what he'd referred to when he'd mentioned hard times. Shrike regarded the male for a few moments, and though Kjalarr had a heavy, sad tone to his voice when he spoke of Scimitar being missing, he knew it would only get worse. With Allure tucked away in her den to mourn the loss of her father, and Cypress likely doing the same, Shrike was the only one who was capable of being the herald. His ears remained flattened against his head and his eyes dropped. 

"I knew he was missing." He said, then, in a soft voice full of regret. He pulled in a deep breath, and his soft eyes studied the male's creamy paws, and he wondered if he should tell Kjalarr to sit down for the bad news...But those were strong legs he stood on. Kjalarr would have been much closer to Scimitar than Shrike was, so he loathed the words that were lingering on his tongue and had to coax them out on a whispy voice. 

"Allure, Cypress and I went looking." He began, tone flat. "I'm very, very sorry, Kjalarr." He said earnestly. He knew how much it pained both Allure and Cypress, and imagined Kjalarr's pain would be profound as well. "Scimitar and Eshe have passed away. They were killed by a bear." He said. He'd tried to think of a different way to word things, but there was nothing words could do to ease the pain of their meaning. "I'm very sorry. I understand you were close to him."