I know you

Epiphron's touch was gentle as she embraced Arian lightly. Though she didn't know the full extend of her injuries, they were visibly obvious, and she knew something more than a simple accident had occurred. She'd heard of the made Arian spoke of.. had he done this to her? Surreal had mentioned that he'd claimed the plains, that he was dangerous.. but she felt her stomach churn as he pulled away and eyed Arian's wounds.

"He did this to you?" she would ask, a rhetorical question, as she'd already expressed that it had been him. Epiphron's brows pulled together in anger and frustration. "I could kill him." Her words were deadly seriously - how could someone do this to her? Epiphron would have no qualms with destroying this man, but in reality she simply felt a sudden flash of red-hot anger and she wasn't seriously considering such a thing. Not yet, at least.

"You're not an idiot," she assured her quickly, her jaws clenching together tightly. Was Cypress not protecting her, as he had sworn he would? Perhaps it was he that needed a talking to.. "Has Cypress been around? Either way, you should stay here awhile. Have Amalia tend to your wounds, and spend some time among family to recover." She had been happy when Arian had announced that she wanted to run a pack again, but the relief she felt at knowing she was no longer in a position of power was far greater. The last thing she needed was to see her children in trouble, or being hurt.