Whose bed have your boots been under?

*Epiphron* · 03-10-2013, 09:48 PM

Epiphron was enjoying the freedom of young adulthood; she had her own den now, and nobody to answer to when she made the decision to wander off on her own. Surely they would start looking for her if her absence extended for much longer than a day, but she had never experienced such independence. It was exhilarating, but a bit strange as well. Surely if Erani was with her, she would grow immediately worried for this stranger and try to figure out how to help him, and Epiphron would be inclined to do the same, simply because she ought to. But she had no one looking over her shoulder, no expectations to fulfill. She was half inclined to leave him be -- for what if he was nothing but trouble? -- but she had interacted with non-Valhalla wolves so infrequently that she found herself glued to the spot, wading in the cool shallow water and pressing her nose into the side of a complete stranger.

A growl began to erupt from the male's chest, and Epiphron took a quick step backwards. Perhaps he was in pain if he had fallen, which wouldn't be a surprising outcome, given how steep the incline was. But he rushed to all fours almost instantaneously, looking a bit confused as the male examined her.

Epiphron's own tail wagged a bit behind her, an unconscious reaction; she couldn't help feel momentarily pleased to be in the presence of a rather pleasant-looking male, one who seemed to be about her age, if not a bit younger. "I suppose that didn't go just like I'd planned.." He started, and Epiphron found the corners of her lips curling up in a slight smirk. "It doesn't seem so, does it?" She answered, her voice dripping with sweetness and jest. Now that the male proved to be alright, with no obvious injuries, she straightened up a bit, tail held above her back. Her sapphire blue eyes examined him as he spoke, head tilting slightly to the side.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Maverick," In the presence of a stranger, she found herself feeling slightly different than when she was with the company of her family. A bit taller, and with a new found confidence she hadn't known existed. Was this what it was like being a rogue -- being able to put on a different face with every creature you met? She found herself in the company of this male not as one of many Adravendi children, forever lingering in the shadow of their father, but as a individual that this male called Maverick obviously found attractive and worth talking to. The feeling of importance flooded her, and made a genuine smile cross her delicate features.

The compliment was taken gladly, and the female dipped her head low to the ground, feigning a bow. "Some call me Epiphron, but gorgeous works just as well." Surely the nickname would grow irritating, but she found herself feeling thoroughly flattered for the moment.

Her pleased expression grew into a more curious one. She'd never really encountered pack wolves, save for her fellow Valhalla wolves. Maverick's scent was heavy with that of other creatures; he was certainly no rogue. "Which pack are you from, Maverick?" It was intriguing to her, since most of her family didn't discuss the neighboring packs often, and mostly avoided contact with them.

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