Have a Little Fun

As he approached the edge of Ashen territory, he both heard and saw Venom following behind him, still maintaining her distance, yet noticeably bristling the closer he got to the pack lands. Austere as ever, Venom corrected him by claiming it wasn't the land that she cared about, but the lives within that mattered to her. Vowing that they came before her own life every time only further asserted his understanding of just who she really was. Venom wasn't just some high-ranking noble wolf—she was the alpha of this pack. He had assumed as much by her haughty attitude, her stern and lifeless demeanor that reeked of public servant. Her choice to address him by his family name did indeed strike a nerve, and he shot Venom a cautionary look. He should have expected as much, but it still bugged him. Who the hell wanted to be addressed as "Mr." or "Mrs." all the time, or "sir" or "ma'am" for that matter either? It was boring, dull, asinine, drab! At least his first name had flair and personality to it. But knowing she had done it just to provoke a reaction, he withheld any verbal response, refusing to allow her to get what she sought from him.

Venom warned him that everything beyond the border of Ashen belonged to her—ahh, so she was the alpha!—and that included any misplaced toes. That was the first time he noticed the forked tongue hidden within her maw, watching as the pink oral muscle flicked out at the end of her words like a serpent. He raised a curious brow, an assortment of biological and lewd questions and thoughts passing through his mind briefly and getting stored away for later use. Right now was not the time for that. Now was the time for something far more devious. Venom had done something she should never have done with Maverick: she had given him a hard line. A rule to follow or to break. Unfortunately for her, that was just more of a challenge to the rambler, and nobody challenged Maverick.

Maintaining eye contact with her the entire time she was bristling her quill and flexing her mutated claws in a display of threatening dominance, Mav smirked and shot her a goading look before boldly slamming his paw down on the other side of the border. "Oh look. Something in your land that isn't yours." And then like a bolt of lightning, he shot out away from her, sprinting into Ashen lands and just skirting along the border, never going more than a few yards into the pack lands, yet very clearly flaunting her borders. "If you want me, you're gonna have to catch me, your Highness!" he shouted back to her, taunting her, urging her to pursue him and do something about it. She wanted to show off that she was the big boss here? Now was her chance. But Maverick wasn't going to make it easy for her.