ain't nothing like a little fear to make a paper man crumble; any

[Epithet]

The silver lioness had chosen a tree not too far from the ground to sprawl out in the crook of it's 'Y'. She enjoyed laying there, watching the animals pass below, the violet of her eyes glinting in the afternoon sun.

Epithet had no place to be, no real place to go. She had filled in temporarily for Isobell...had midnight rendezvous with Wyrm...even explored Tephra. A large yawn overtakes her to split the dark lined lips and expose the pink tinted fangs in the midday sun. Epi's thoughts flicker to her friend Wound and she wonders how the little mare was doing. Tephra was the closest she had to a home and she intended to stay for a bit but for now, the feline enjoyed watching the equine foot traffic below while basking in the warmth of spring sunlight.

E P I T H E T

This is short and pathetic but Epi needs action.