Turning Tables

It had been some time since Epiphron Adravendi-Mathias had wandered far from her den, and she was beginning to grow restless. Caring for her three newborns had been exhausting, and they were not yet ready to leave their den -- and though it was tiring, she was beginning to feel as though she ought to work on regaining her strength. Though it was difficult to leave her babes, she knew Maverick would enjoy spending alone time with the three children

For now, she would pace the borders at a lazy pace, enjoying the feeling of stretching her limbs, savoring the wind against her pelt. Soon she would need to take a more proactive role in the Kingdom, but for now she was hopefully excused by the members of Seracia for not being around much -- giving birth and taking care of children was more taxing than she had expected.

The figure of a stranger fell into her vision, followed by an alarming call. Increasing her pace ever so slightly, she padded closer, testing the lady's scent on the wind. She did not seem healthy, not at all. Worry was sparked in her brilliant blue gaze as she walked closer, wondering who this was -- and she then noted the child, a rather young girl. As she drew nearer, she noted the white patch over her eye. Natsu came to mind rather quickly, but she pushed these thoughts aside, not wanting her emotions to get the best of her. It seemed, even after having her children, that her emotions were still rather unstable still. "Greetings," she barked as she approached, her voice friendly. Eyes danced over the lady, noting she seemed starved; far too sick to be caring for a child. Compassion was visible in her gaze as she greeted the two, poised on all four paws as she stood before them, still within Seracia's borders. "Epiphron Adravendi-Mathias here, Queen of Seracia. Tell me, miss, do you or the child require a healer? I can call for one if you wish," she said -- nearly pleaded -- not sure who these two were, but desperately hoping they were okay.