Whose bed have your boots been under?
03-11-2013, 07:24 AM
The knowledge that Maverick was of some pack was thrilling. It was obvious that he was not a rogue, for surely loners weren?t as handsome as this fellow; his body was filling in nicely as he grew, lined with enough fat to prove he ate well and often. Epiphron had never directly encountered wolves from other packs in such an intimate setting: usually she was resigned to simply observing them from behind her father, or watching from a safe distance. Maverick held himself with considerable confidence as he spoke, reminding her very much of the wolves of her own family. Pride was the foundation of the Adravendi family, though often it was tiresome to stand in Cairo?s impressive shadow. There was little room for failure or mistake when all eyes were upon the yearlings, and Epiphron had perfected her composed fa?ade. Her worries were kept to herself, replaced by a cheeky smile that was customary of the young female. But the smile felt genuine now, her entire being flooded with pleasure at the attention of this lad called Maverick. He knew naught of who she was, and still those bright green eyes of his were locked on her like she was one of the only females in the world. Even if his attention was fleeting, which was a reasonable possibility, she found herself momentarily pleased. She wondered if her sister Chrysanthe would have received the same attention, and reasoned that it wasn?t likely. He explained who he was; the son of a King and Queen. Even more reason to stick around, though already his company was proving to be entertaining. ?I?ve heard of Seracia,? she explained, though truthfully the name was simply familiar. Nothing else came to mind about the pack. ?I?m of the Valhalla pack. My father Cairo was the Alpha, but my brother is the heir and will soon be ruling.? While she, of course, would?ve preferred that she was the heir, it still seemed impressive that she was the daughter of a former leader, right? She was surely royalty; if anyone was royalty in the Valhalla pack, it had to be the Adravendis. It would be difficult to not notice that she at least considered herself a princess, even if not by title, by the way she held her head proudly on her shoulders and the manner in which he tail wagged above her back. Though she was rapidly entering adulthood, she still found herself feeling very much like a child. She was half-tempted to splash Maverick with the water they were standing in, but she figured the male had gone through enough today. Instead she waded in the cool stream, circling Maverick once. She was hyper-aware of her movements, swaying carefully on her paws as she walked through the running water, eyes tracing the ravine. She wondered how the hell they?d make it out of here? usually it was much more difficult to climb out of something than it was to climb into it, but she supposed they?d figure that out later. |
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