Fly Me To The Moon

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 07-18-2013, 02:57 PM by Epiphron.)

Since Maverick had returned to her, she had become increasingly aware of the important role she held in the Kingdom. She was a Princess, and would soon become a Queen, if what her beloved said was true. However, the wolves of Seracia were all but strangers to her, and she felt as though she needed to seek them out. To gain their trust, and their loyalty. She didn't want Seracia to ever fail, and so she would be strong for them -- she'd heard murmurings of fallen packs, of crushed empires, but she was in no condition to venture out to check on allying packs. On Glaciem and Ludicael. The woman was not quite sure if she carried children yet, for she'd seen no signs -- but she also didn't know exactly what she ought to expect, either. Perhaps she really ought to talk to the pack healer, Loccian. Or another wolf who was skilled at such things?

With a gentle sigh she slipped from her den, careful not to rouse Maverick. Her legs felt stiff, and she craved a walk, but her husband need not accompany her this time. Overhead the moon was bright, illuminating a vast portion of the land. Silently the slender woman slipped from the darkness of her den, stepping into the night.

After a long moment of wandering, the sight of the barn came into view. It was a place she had slept a mere pawful of times, not quite enjoying the lack of privacy that was so common there -- but perhaps it was a good place to wander about. Maybe another Seracian was awake at these hours and willing to walk with her? Since finding out about her father's death, guilty hung heavy on Epiphron's mind. The scent of another, though, roused her from her brief stupor, eyes scanning the distance. A soft bark was offered, a tender greeting that couldn't mean any harm whatsoever.

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