Smoke and mirrors
03-07-2016, 06:26 PM
If Epiphron knew anything, she knew that she was damn grateful Leo had not lost Fiori. She didn't know what she would've done if the pack had been taken over - she'd wondered if they might be prisoners. She knew she likely would not win her freedom herself - she'd never been much of a fighter, though she'd aspired to be in her younger years. All she wanted was to stay with her family, and she was grateful to find that was exactly what would happen. Her son's call, though, was not a joyful one. It held a hint of sorrow that she could not ignore. Curious, she would move to join the gathering, though her movement was slightly staggered and far from hurried. When she finally arrived, it seemed most of the pack was there already. Instantly her gaze found Leo, and she would offer him a smile. God, was she proud of him. He was everything she'd always hoped for in a child - she was loyal and dedicated and kind. He was devoted to his family, and willing to defend them at all costs, as he had done against Bacchus. Rivarous was already there, as was Amalia - some of the other wolves were less familiar to her, but her sapphire gaze studied them all individually and quietly as she padded closer. The air here was not as warm and joyful as she'd expected, and carefully she would move to sit near Amalia, offering her daughter a small smile. |
