Maybe It Wasn't An Accident

Epiphron was in search of one of her eldest daughters. Since joining Fiori, she hadn't gotten much of a chance to reconnect with Arian and she needed to ensure she was faring well here, after all she had been through. The woman's gait was slow as she trailed after her scent, not in any rush to find her, for today was a pleasant summer day. The weather was bearable, a refreshing breeze blowing in from the east and offering a cool reprieve from the summer day. From a distance, she saw Arian lingering near the border, and she felt an instinctive rush of worry fill her chest -- she was talking to someone she didn't recognize, and she found herself afraid that Arian might be being bothered. It seemed the wolf may be very well be on the verge of trespassing, too. Her pace would increase, a wary eye cast upon the stranger as she drew quickly alongside her daughter. "Is he bothering you?" she'd ask quickly, turning to nuzzle the side of her daughter's neck tenderly, hoping she wouldn't pull away this time.

Whoever this was, she wanted an explanation, especially after all Arian had been through. "What's your name? And what do you want here?" Epiphron's voice was wary as she eyed him. He looked harmless, but she couldn't be so sure. Her gaze was cold, though she smiled in Arian's direction, happy to see her daughter - and even happy to defend her if she needed to sent this male away.