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*Epiphron* · 01-12-2014, 03:08 PM

Epiphron would let a soft laugh, licking blood from her lips. It truly was relaxing to not have to worry about watching after twenty or so wolves in addition to their children. Eight was more than enough to handle; though she would admit, her youngest litter was almost always well-behaved. "It should be safe. It has been months since we've heard anything of the northern wolves." Once, Glaciem had held a strong reputation, when the pack had been controlled by Gargoyle -- it was something entirely different now. Even speaking the pack's name seemed to be giving their leader too much credit, credit that he did not deserve.

"This land seems fertile," she noted simply. The range was not, despite its promise of stability and protection. Epiphron wondered if she would forever be bound to this place -- or if such tied might be broken. Once, she could have never imaged leaving Valhalla, but she had learned that some things were far more important than one's homeland. Duty and honor was not just for one's home, but also for one's family. "I do wonder how my family is doing back in Valhalla. Last I heard, they were preparing to leave the plains. Too many bad memories." She shook her head slowly, before leaning to tear another strip of meat off the elk, giving in to silence.

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