I'll be your crying shoulder

A sigh seemed to come out of nowhere, a sound full of emotion that she dare not express in the light of day. Her husband's betrayal had cut deeply, and though she was willing to give him a second chance, the pain did not dissipate. In fact, it seemed to grow, consuming her with pain that she was unused to feeling, toying with her emotions as though she was a child's toy. But it also seemed to give her confidence that she had lost so many months ago, fueling her to not settle for an ordinary life, but to crave something more. It was why she wandered now, with Maverick always close behind if not with her. Ebony had not been the answer, though it had been more pleasant than remaining in Seracia -- what she truly desired, she was not sure, but she wouldn't stop until she found it.

The darkness of night offered her cover that she craved, and slowly the creature would slink through the familiar willow trees, weaving in and out of them with expert fluidity. She did not desire to be found, but the abrupt scent of a stranger proved her wishes would not be fulfilled tonight. Epiphron's pacing slowed significantly, eyes scanning the darkness to search for the scent of another. This place had been claimed by someone, it seemed, though not a pack. Nose wrinkled as she tasted the scent, finding it entirely unfamiliar. The form of a strange would come into view as she moved across the lands, and she halted mid-step. "Who owns these lands?" she inquired simply, head cocked to the side in simple curiosity. Knowledge was power, and Epiphron had not yet ceased to want to learn.