The Mirror Never Lies

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 06-14-2016, 06:35 PM by Epiphron.)

It'd been awhile since she'd had such an easy, amiable talk with a stranger; she could get used to this, she decided. The uniqueness of his accent was rather pleasant on the ears, too, she decided - the smile that painted her features was genuine as he spoke. He said he was heading in Fiori's direction, though looking for a different pack. She pursed her lips, considering for a moment, though honestly there wasn't that much to think about. There was only one pack nearby that she knew of.

"Perhaps you mean Abaven?" Epiphron would offer lightly, shrugging her shoulders as she offered what little information she could. She didn't stray away from Fiori often, and when she did it was never very far. Abaven had been their neighbors for as long as she could remember, and she wasn't sure if any other packs were close enough to be considered nearby. She eyed him, waiting for a reaction - any sign of recognition to appear on his features.

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