Sail
06-25-2013, 07:47 PM
Home. This is what these lands would be to her. Eventually -- Epiphron knew it would take time to grow accustomed to living here, from living away from her family. And yet the excitement far outweighed the slight worry that still lingered in her belly. Each and every day, she knew she would be faced with something new, whether it be a new face, or something else entirely. On this particular morning, she awoke to an empty space beside her. It wasn't entirely uncommon; Maverick seemed unwilling to disturb her when she was resting well, which she appreciated, for she never seemed to sleep terribly long. Jaws unhinged as a yawn escaped her throat, her forelimbs stretching before her as she rolled over onto her belly. Nostrils flared as she took in what remained of Maverick's scent, nosing the upturned dirt beside her. He hadn't departed long ago, but it was long enough to make her crave her presence. No, it was certainly not an infatuation, but her love for the man was undeniable and seemed to grow each day she spent at his side. It took no longer than a few moments for the girl to go from half-asleep and disheveled to standing upright and stepping from the den, wondering where her husband had gone off to. As she slid from the entrance of the den, she was nothing short of the picturesque Princess -- not lacking the slightest in confident, but rather self-assured, remarkably comfortable in her own skin for someone who's entire life had changed literally overnight. She began to wander deeper into the pack territory, ambling lazily, in no particular hurry to get anywhere quickly. |
