downfall of us all

The boy seemed decent enough, especially for a child of Bane. Quietly her warm gaze would watch the boy -- she had never been particularly fond of children, but having her first litter had changed that part of her. Even Nako, the bastard son of the exiled wolf Bane, had promise, despite his lineage. He stated he had been chasing mouse hunting, and she laughed softly, the sound airy and brimming with amusement. "Good," she stated with a curt nod to the young boy as he crept closer to the lake to drink.

He was quite an observant thing, and yet his inquiry was so innocent. "Nothing, young one," she started, her smile growing slightly. "I am tired, is all." It was the easiest explanation, and one that was not altogether a lie. Her attention was taken away from the young child with the feathers around his neck as his daughter arrived. Amalia was a sickly girl, small but so beautiful -- she had always been rather weak, a stark contrast to her fiery spirit. Epiphron could only be grateful that she seemed to be growing healthier by the day, which was a good thing with winter coming so soon.

"My sweet girl," she said, leaning to nuzzle the girl and attempt to pull her closer. She was no longer a mere pup, growing more into her body by the day, but that didn't stop the Queen from wanting to lather her children with affection. "I am glad to see you out and about." Briefly she would pull away from Rohini, though she was soothed by her unrestrained willingness to please and comfort her Queen. And the young girl stood and shifted away. It was a strange group, but Epiphron was happy for the company, and pleased to see her daughter feeling well enough to interact with others. It changed her expression quite completely, and her slight sadness morphed into something much more pleasant -- though she would not deny that it would never go away completely, not until she heard news of the siege and her wolves were returned to her.