Garden song

No longer the same density as the fog that clung heavy to Boreas, Epiphron walked freely through it, pleased to watch it part in response to her movements. It'd been so long since she'd felt like this; the afterlife was different than the world she'd grown used to prior to her death. It was dreamlike and mystical, different than she ever imagined, and this place was a stark contrast.. yet it still held some ethereal qualities. Yet even in death she knew the strange glowing flora and fauna weren't to be trusted. Hopefully her ancestors knew as much too and were staying out of danger's way.

When someone came across her path she paused. She was no longer capable of the more extreme emotions that she'd fought to keep carefully locked inside during the course of her life- there was no surprise, no overwhelming surge of joy, no fear of this world being jerked away from her abruptly. Instead she allowed a smile, able to steal a moment of quiet enjoyment at the arrival of a wolf that was far healthier than the previous one she'd met. "That's my name," she responded simply. Even her voice seemed more like she remembered it, as it touched her ears. Strange. "And you are...?" It seemed likely he must be an Adravendi himself, given how long she'd been gone from this world. Though Epiphron would've loved her name being spoken for lifetimes to come, she knew it was highly unlikely her legacy was as known among wolves not her family.