Strangeness Abound [Open]

Epiphron was more than content to forget about Maverick for the moment, and instead focus on the male before her. The girl's head would bow, offering the stranger a graceful bow. The motion was not exaggerated, but rather contained and proper, nothing short of lady-like. This was how she was expected to act now -- she knew it, and her mind had been too consumed by the boy she was falling for lately. She needed to shape up, and fast; but she needed some kind of closure first. Should she say goodbye to the boy? Would that really help her, or would it make it worse?

Unwilling to let her mind stray too far, the girl shook her head slightly. The girl's sapphire gaze flitted over the male, observing him silently for a long moment. Was he a rogue? He would surely make a good asset to Valhalla -- that was how she was supposed to think, right? Especially now that Valhalla had an officially enemy, she wondered how long it would be until war broke up. She truly hoped she never saw it in her lifetime. Epiphron had seen enough bloodshed; she wasn't sure if she could handle watching loved ones die. No, not again.

She returned his smile with one of her own. For a young girl, she was certainly a master of expression, of forcing emotion when she truly felt nothing. She knew that would become even more useful, now that Collision had promoted her to Alpha, to lead alongside him. Epiphron had no idea how she was going to do it, except how she faced every challenge -- she'd grin and bear it.

"Lost, you say?" Slight empathy crept over her features, but the look disappeared quickly. "Actually, these lands are unclaimed. But if you go slightly south, and to the east, you'll encounter the lands of Seracia," she explained, settling down on her haunches a safe distance away from him. She'd never been there herself, but Maverick had told her where his family lived. "And to the west, is where the Valhalla pack resides."

She paused then, smiling, a genuine expression. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Khumai. My name is Epiphron Adravendi, Alpha of the Valhalla pack." She spoke with slight apprehension, as though testing the title, unsure of whether she liked the way it fell from her tongue. Curious eyes would watch him for the slightest reaction that might be visible; would he be surprised that a girl her age could lead a pack? Certainly he would be more surprised if he knew of Valhalla's legacy, of the numbers of wolves it boasted.