Whose bed have your boots been under?
03-12-2013, 08:42 AM
Truth be told, she would much rather wrap her whole body around Maverick's than subtly lean into him every few minutes. But they'd just met, and she had a lot more class than that, despite what her body was telling her. It seemed much more princess-like, at least on her end, to let her tail wave idly behind her, occasonally brushing against the outside or -- even a few times, the inside of -- his hind legs. This kind of flirting was definitely something she wouldn't feel comfortable doing around her family, and she was beyond thankful for the alone time with Maverick. "You'll be lucky if I rub on you at all, Maverick," she teased, clearly enjoying this newfound side of herself. They continued on, and Epiphron was thankful they still walked in the slow-running water, enjoying the cool river lapping at their paws. I could walk with you home, but I'm not sure how much your daddy would approve of me as an escort. He was probably right; he wasn't a Valhalla wolf. She went to ask what he knew about her father, but he went on to even say his name. She glanced towards him, a single brow raising in curiosity. "You know my father's name," she noted simply. Perhaps the Valhalla pack had relations with other packs, though she'd never heard of such things. "He'd probably be confused as to why I was flirting with a Seracia wolf instead of one from my own pack. Though in all fairness, I probably would be if they were half as cute as you, so consider yourself lucky." Before them the stream bubbled down into what seemed like a oversized puddle. Perhaps if they kept walking, there would be a pond to swim in before long. "What about yours? He doesn't approve of his son wandering off to pick up strangers behind his back?" she smirked faintly, nudging him again with her shoulder. |
