Puppy Love

Don't think that it's fine

I lie because this distance is poison

It fucks with my mind

The vast expanse of the plain extended before her in all directions. Had she been stupid to suggest this as a meeting place? How the hell would she find Maverick here? Epiphron Adravendi's posture was significantly different than usual as she wandered about the territory -- there was a visible apprehension in her step, a hesitation that she often did not often display. Was it worth meeting with Maverick, and risking his safety, just for a brief moment of bliss? Her affection for the boy clouded her judgment, and for the last few days she'd found herself dwelling on the meeting to come with a strange mixture of anxiety and excitement. Part of her truthfully wanted nothing more than to run away with the boy, to find somewhere they could hide and talk for days, to learn everything about each other, every inch of him... but another part of her knew that Syrinx's threat was very real, and her brother would not be swayed by Epiphron's assurance that Maverick meant no harm to her.

Epiphron had never seen Syrinx act like he had, when he'd found her and Maverick together -- but in all fairness, there had never been an opportunity to. The ties that bound the family together were strong, definitely unbreakable; she'd spent so little time with wolves outside of Valhalla that her brother's protectiveness had just begun to show. But she did agree his anger was unwarranted, but ought she cause a scene over her brother's honorable desire to keep her safe?

The girl's mind whirled with confusion as she wandered, wondering whether Maverick would show at all. And if he did, she'd feel very much at a loss for words -- or so she thought. The female wandered carefully, senses heightened, on alert if her brother chose to follow her again. A gentle sigh rolled from her parted jaws, slightly frustrated as she failed to find the boy right away. It would've been easier to simply meet at the ravine again, and then decide where they ought to go. Epiphron had been inclined to give up, to cut her losses and return home, when her perked ears caught the faint sound of Maverick's tone.

The gentle sound brought a familiar joy to the girl; her muscles tensed with excitement and she felt her soul lighten considerably, despite the anxious knots she felt in her stomach. Her white-furred tail flicked idly behind her as she quickened her pace. His scent was heavy in the air, not at all hard to follow.

The boy appeared in her vision, and despite what her brain told her, she briefly ignored her worries. If he has here, it meant he wanted to try -- still, despite her brother, despite the distance. Despite the fact that they both knew that they really ought to not be together. The unspoken fact hung heavy in the air as Epiphron made her way toward him, with much less fervor than she'd displayed at their last meeting. The female found her muzzle pressing into his neck, inhaling his scent with vague desperation as though she needed to remember that he was, in fact, real. When she pulled back, her sapphire gaze would search his own, though the emotion within was contained.

"You look as though you didn't expect me to show up," she said, her voice a mere whisper. "I know you question the sophistication of my family, but I would never betray my word to you." Her voice was a bit catty, as she looked at Maverick with seriousness, pulling away from the sudden embrace. The immediately joy she'd felt at knowing he did care had subsided slightly as the boy's bitter words echoed in her mind. Despite her obvious affection toward Maverick, an insult on her family would not be forgotten so easily.