Somewhere I Belong

Epiphron couldn't help but feel curious as to why Cypress had wanted to speak with her. It seemed he'd had something in particular to discuss, though what it could be was something she was entirely unsure about. When he called her, she was quick to answer him, moving onto all fours and heading toward his call with little hesitation. Her long legs would carry her with grace through the winding mangrove trees, feeling the water splash about her paws as she moved.

When she found him, she would dip her head in a low greeting, a smile painting her features. "Greetings, Cypress," she'd begin, her voice likely more pleasant than it had been when she'd first met him. Though she'd quickly warmed up to him, as he proved himself to be quite decent and seemed harmless, she'd initially been a bit harsh when she'd asked if he was bothering Arian --- though being defensive over one's daughter was not surprising. "Is Fiori treating you well?"