She was looking through her minimal stores with a sigh when her mother call came. Tiny stump of a tail quivered behind her as her head rose, and she let out a soft sigh. She could not say that she hadn't expected a meeting to be called soon, Fiori has grown silent with the bitter chill of winter. She too, knew that she herself was at fault. Amalia had been more occupied with her herb studies than with the well being of her mothers pack. She had meant to call a training for healers before the winter came, but she was obviously too late for that now. Eying her diminishing pile of herbs, she let out another soft sigh as she padded towards her mother. She did not stop to grab her wife and children, it had been awhile since she had even interacted with them. Ama had dove head first into her studies, and mostly everything else was forgotten. It did not mean that she didn't love her family, but she felt as if there was a rut between her and the others ever since Vereux returned to their lives. She felt divided, and instead of dealing with these things she just simply ignored them.
She almost walked right into Epiphron, blinking her bold blue eyes to see she was mere inches away from her mother. A smile was pressed onto her face, but it wasn't nearly as wide as it usually was. It was obvious that she was distracted by her thoughts, head shaking slowly from side to side. "Hey," she said softly, nuzzling into the thickness of her scruff. Breathing in the comforting scent of her dame, her eyes slipped closed and she just enjoyed the brief contact. "I'm sorry, about everything. I... have been dealing with things." Amalia said softly, but knew that it was no excuse. She had made a promise to Pip the day she joined this pack -- and had yet to uphold it. The usual joy that was carried had seemed to slip away, leaving a quiet and sad looking Amalia.
Noticing that Bacchus had beaten her here, he offered him a small smile and moved from her mothers side. He was getting so big, a monster of a wolf who towered over her. Settling beside him instead, she leaned heavily against him. Amalia knew that her weight probably felt like nothing against him, which made her smile grow a fraction. Not saying anything, she nuzzled his wide shoulder and placed a swift kiss there, one last sigh leaving her lips. She had been a terrible mother, and really needed to see her boys more.
"Speech"
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