nothing left to lose

Epiphron couldn't help but be grateful that her condition was something that both of them largely ignored - there was no use dwelling on how little time she had left when nothing that either of them did would change it. For now, she was beyond grateful simply for the distraction of his company, and his touch was more welcome than she would've anticipated. It was hard not to be reminded of Maverick as he curled around her, his touch somehow both tender and yet powerful all at the same time. It was thoroughly comforting to know she wouldn't be alone tonight; that she would drift off to sleep not only in a familiar place, but in the embrace of someone she had always thought so fondly of.

It didn't surprise her that Kassander had thought of, well, unusual ways to make himself useful for packs. He'd always struck her as a resourceful wolf, and she was quiet as he spoke. "I can't say I was ever meant to be a lone wolf either," Epiphron admitted a touch forlornly. She'd always been the sort of wolf to hope she could be okay on her own, and to act like she would be - but the truth was that she needed to be surrounded by family and other like-minded wolves more than she liked to admit.

She listened carefully to him, not bothering to refrain from grinning with amusement at his description of his last pack. It didn't sound like the sort of place that Kassander would fit in well, but she supposed she herself had found herself in packs that didn't seem ideal for her. She was grateful though that she'd spent so much time with her children in the last few years - and she was happy to tell Kass about them. "I've kept in touch with a few," she started softly, alarmed at how tired her own voice sounded. "My son Leo ruled the pack I've been in for awhile - now his Heather daughter has been given rule." She felt immensely proud in the fact that the Adravendis had gone on ruling even long after she had interest in it. "His children have stuck around, though it's been years since I've seen most of mine." Such was the way of life - children moved on without their parents - but it was hard to keep a touch of sadness from creeping into her voice as she leaned back against him a touch further.