The Good Ol' Days

She had only to wait perhaps one minute before Epiphrons white form with those two brown points came into sight, her sister looking puzzled. Her own face pulled into a smile, her tail beginning to sweep the ground behind her as she watched Pip get closer. It had been such a long time. Pips enquiry of her name teased a grin out of Surreal. ”In the flesh, big sister.” She could see the questions rolling through her sisters eyes. For now, she didn’t answer any of them; they would be asked soon enough, or answered via renditions of the past few years. At her sisters next words, Surreal nodded solemnly. ”It’s been too long. I haven’t seen you since your wedding.” There was no accusation in her voice; she knew how busy life as a leader could be, from helping her mother lead Valhalla as a beta.

Epiphron closed the distance, and Surreal rose, leaving her weight off her shoulder, her tail wagging. ”So, how’ve you been? We had Quintus in Valhalla for a while, a ways back, by the way. Any other nephews and nieces I haven’t heard about?” Surreal flashed a grin at the older wolf. ”You have a nephew and two nieces to meet, though one of my daughters is missing…” The grin fell slightly as that worry filtered into her mind. Where was her youngest? Her mismatched blue and gold gaze turned to Epiphrons clear sapphires, gazing at the tattered ear, ranging over the strong frame. Her sister had fared well, it seemed. They had a lot to talk about. Yes indeed. Surreal wasn’t sure when to tell her about their mother… Hadn’t it been just yesterday when her mother had travelled to Seracia to tell Epiphron of Cairos death? Now the duty of divulging the dark news fell to Surreal.