I know you

It was always refreshing to hear the call of one of her children, coming to visit her.. especially Arian. After all she had been through, and her decision to try to run a pack once again, Epiphron couldn't help but worry about her. Though Arian was far stronger than she realized, she was not invincible - and what mother was able to stop worrying about her children? It was certainly not something she had ever mastered.

Her pace would quicken as she directed her movement to Arian's call, feeling a pit of worry, mingled with relief, weighing down in her chest. The feeling only intensified when she finally spotted her daughter, looking worse than when she'd seen her last; she did not reek of blood as though she'd been injured today, but her wounds were not old. Epiphron's brows would furrow as she moved even quicker, coming to face Arian as quickly as her aging paws would carry her. Immediately, tenderly, she would lean forward to touch her nose to Arian's cheek. "Who did this?" she would inquire firmly, more of a demand rather than a question.. it was difficult to imagine anyone doing such damage to Arian, and she felt a welling of displeasure inside her as she gazed at her daughter with concern and relief alike.