Turning Tables

It was funny how such a thing happened, the one day she decided to leave her children alone with Maverick for awhile and scout the borders. But she did not regret her decision. She felt upset, of course ... who wouldn't, upon watching an innocent woman die while her daughter watched? ... but it wasn't hard to hide her anxieties in the face of this optimistic girl. Natsu's daughter. Epiphron watched as the girl struggled to remain calm, and she leaned to lap gently at her cheeks, knowing how much she hated to cry herself -- and how good it felt to have someone there for her int he off chance she needed them.

The girl's words were oddly inspiration, and she smiled gently. "It will be, I promise." Lightly she nuzzled to top of Arian's head, before beginning to pad back towards her den. She did not want to leave the girl's mother's body for long, wanting to ensure she was buried intact and not taken by some animal... that would be no good for the young girl to see. The walk was not long, and as she crept near the entrance, she let out a gently bark for her husband to come to her. She ought to explain to him what was going on, and hope her children did not hear it all ... they were still too young to know much about sickness and death.