The Hunt is On

*Azalea* · 06-01-2013, 01:58 PM

Unbeknownst to Azalea, Epiphron was no in charge of Valhalla. It had all be passed onto Chrysanthe's shoulders. Perhaps it had always belonged there, Chrysanthe had been given higher position from the start. If Azalea knew the situation, if she had paid more attention at the meeting, then should say that both were equally fit for the crown. They were the heart of the Adravendi bloodline, right at the very center.

Power change aside, Epiphron still seemed lifted by the younger wolf's unwavering faith. The blue eyed wolf's reaction was short lived though as she pressed on. "I do hope your mother doesn't blame me for taking her position," Azalea paused for a moment, looking at her with surprise. "If I had known she would be well enough to rule, I wouldn't have been so eager to step up." "No. Don't worry about it much. My mother would never be overly offended by such, she's too selfless. Unfortunately, I don't believe one can be selfless and rule."

She looked ahead, thoughtful. "And I love them as well," Azalea smiled, jumping ahead of Epiphron when she bumped her shoulder. Just as she did, about to let out a playful bark, she spotted something through a gap in the trees. She stopped, back straight and ears alert. "There." She whispered hurriedly, motioning Epi to look in the same direction.

Speech,

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