No One Cares

Epiphron was distraught. Members of Valhalla were growing restless, and there was only so much that the young woman could do to assuage their tempers and concerns. So long as Gerhardt agreed to the slight changes of plans -- and she really wasn't sure why he wouldn't -- she would soon be passing the throne to Chrysanthe. Her rule had been short-lived, but she hoped to do at least some good while she could, to reverse the damage done by Collision. Or, at the very least, to soothe the pain he had caused.

As the meeting grew to a close, without her father in sight, she wondered if he would be disappointed in her for willingly stepping down from the throne. But how could he be? Chrysanthe was far more deserving of the position, for all she had done for the pack. And Epiphron was certain that she would not do the members of Valhalla wrong. Even if Icarus tried... Valhalla belonged to an Adravendi, and Epiphron would be damned if he ran the place into the ground. If need be, she would return to pick up the broken pieces, alliance aside. Valhalla was more important.

She knew that Fenrir in particular had been upset -- her father had been not backed down, even going to insult his mother. The idea of a member, albeit a fairly new one, leaving on such bad terms brought a bad taste to her mouth. He had left silent, but Epiphron was not stupid. The woman's pace increased as white and single red paw tread on the soil, her nose lowered to search of the brute's scent. She was not going to argue with him, to convince him to stay, but she wanted the male to know that she was sorry for how he'd been treated. He hadn't accepted Chrysanthe's apology, and might not even want to hear her own -- but the woman felt indebted to him.

And as she drew nearer, she caught sight of another brute. Were two wolves leaving Valhalla? Rum as well? A sigh escaped her throat, but the girl maintained a calm composure as she drew closer to them.

A gentle bark sounded, showing she meant no harm. She would not fight to claim them. Such things were pointless. But she would bid them farewell, and wish them the best, if they chose to listen to her. Tail was held high above her back, and yet it swayed slightly from side to side, despite the serious demeanor that lingered on her facade.