With a heavy heart she raced north. North - toward her siblings, the two that had struck off on their own and would not be informed of the news through word of mouth between alliances. She had seen little of Eos since her return to Alacritia, and although she was proud of her sibling, she knew not what her relationship with her russet sister was. The alpha did not care though - not now. Her throat was tight, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. They were tears that would not be allowed to fall, not before her brethren, not as she was delivering this message that was so sad, so precious. Their father had finally fallen, the family's patriarch had passed - and with him gone, there was no telling who would pick up the pieces.

Perhaps they would never be put together again.

Heaven knew that never again would the pieces lay together so simply, so vivaciously good as they had beneath Cairo's rule. She would never be her father, Syrinx would never be his father, Epiphron and Eos would never be Cairo - there was no replacing him. No replacing the love that had been lost, it was gone, he was gone. Still Chrysanthe wanted to curl up in the den that she had emerged from and pretend that it hadn't happened, to believe that her old man wasn't gone for good, that she would never hear his voice again. They had never truly made up after the marriage incident... and now they never would.

Perhaps that was what broke her heart the most.

When she reached the pines, she skidded to a stop in the snow, her heart pounding beneath her skin and in her ears and pulsing behind her eyes before getting stuck in her throat. She took a shuddered breath of the chilled norther air, before sighing, lifting her head to the sky and howling. It was a call for her siblings - demanding in decibel but full of sorrow. Mourning, they would need to know what had happened to their father, and come to see him for what would be the last time before his funeral.

A mournful drawl would drag the lady from her digging; snow covered snout and skull appearing backwards from the hollows of a shallow den, cranium spinning as ears swivelled with mild curiosity. If the youth?s auricles hadn?t cheated her, her sibling, Chrysanthe had been the one to deliver such a spine-tingling demand for company. What could honestly bring the vibrant femora to the borders of her siblings kingdom, and on such miserable announcement? Eos wasn?t close with her sisters, Chrysanthe no exception, but the Alpha?s recent show of support during her sisters dominance-challenge had been enough to rekindle an ever-dwindling interest in the girl.

Eos would approach with haste, pulling her body from her unfinished den and setting off at an obstinate trot. As tempting as it often was to ignore, as an Alpha now the lady had to tend to all summons; it seemed to be somewhat time-consuming, but on the plus side it was never tedious. Perhaps, after time, the youth would learn to enjoy your casual meet and greets, but for now she still much avoided them. Chrysanthe on the other hand, would not be a wolf the russet banshee would keep waiting long; and as the pallid and rust fae slowly grew larger and larger in her eager view, Eos became instantly wary of the situation. Something was wrong, a heaviness lingered the air, tugged at the queen?s lungs and seemed to drag her spirits earthward. Chrysanthe was usually bright, and although Eos didn?t know her sister as well as she should have, it didn?t take an expert to conclude something was out of place.

She would halt a few metres from the elegant lady, the pairs differences in body representing also the differences at mind. Pale green gaze would tick over the leader, stance slightly less protective than usual; perhaps encouraged by her companies own lack of oomph. Whatever it were, Eos doubted highly it would have the same effect on herself. Somehow the queen had been born void of the over-emotion the rest of her family seemed to so openly boast. Tongue flicked at the roof of her mouth as seamless, elegant lyrics would drift cautiously free of ebony lips, ?What is it, Chrysanthe?? Though still an aloofness was apparent, credence held securely as fa?ade remained detached.