Monsters In Broad Daylight

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 12-16-2013, 10:45 AM by Epiphron.)

Though the children thought their parents asleep, Epiphron Adravendi-Mathias began to stir the moment Caeto slipped from beside her. It would be impossible for her to ignore the sudden cold that rushed against her pelt as he moved, replaced by cool air at her side. Ears would swivel slightly atop her skull, following the sound of his paw-steps as he crept warily from the den's entrance. Even if she wanted to return to sleep, it would be impossible to rest at all knowing her children were growing older and were becoming more eager to explore with each day. She could only hope that they understood that they were not allowed to leave the borders of the Kingdom. Someday, but not now.

She listened as the sound of Caeto's paws faded into nothingness. Her instincts told her to follow, to guard him against the world, but she had to give them some freedom. Her worries were assuaged when she felt Celeste rise and disappear, and just as Finiarel seemed unwilling to let his siblings explore without him. The silence was only calming for a short period of time -- she found herself worrying about her three youngest pups, as any decent mother would.

Though she had not felt joy during her pregnancy, that did not stop her from loving her children. She was determined to raise them even more carefully than her first litter. Though she would never believe her first three children were anything but perfect -- including her adopted daughter, Arian -- she knew they had their flaws. Quintus was lazy and had little to no ability to mask his emotions or thoughts; Cassius was timid; Amalia was sick often. And little Arian suffered a fear of wolves with dark pelts, stemming from trauma in her past. With her most recent litter, she had been more strict -- more demanding. More present.

Even as she slipped from the den and from her husband's side, trailing the scent of her children, she knew she had done something right. Though they were small, they all were well-spoken and proper. Epiphron caught Finiarel's words as she crept near, listening, trying to remain hidden so she could observe how her children acted in the presence of others... particularly other children. The woman's blue gaze locked on the young girl who's presence seemed quite unwanted. A soft smile graced her lips as she crouched lower, hidden in the darkness of the shadows.

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