Whose bed have your boots been under?

*Epiphron* · 03-13-2013, 09:20 PM

Epiphron vaguely wondered why she had never been inclined to meet others outside of Valhalla before. Her adoptive brother Neo's recent attitude had disheartened her ever so slightly, causing her to retract slightly and spend a bit more time alone. Perhaps that was why she felt suddenly inclined to wander, to see more of the world. While family meant nearly everything to her, she was beginning to realize that there was more. Not all of her needs could be fulfilled within her family, or even within her pack; she wanted more, and she would take whatever she wanted. Right now, she wanted Maverick.

He seemed slightly taken aback when she noted her desire to train for Lead Warrior. The female glanced at him, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Of course I can do it. Why would you expect any less of me, Mav?" A cheeky grin was offered; the female did not doubt her ability to succeed at whatever task she chose for herself. Some wolves simply portrayed confidence, masking their hidden insecurities, but Epiphron truly believed in herself. She'd never once experienced failure. Such was the life of an Adravendi wolf, groomed to always pursue greatness and not settle for anything less than what they deserved... no, what they wanted. Perhaps her confidence was a bit too strong, but Maverick at least seemed to enjoy it.

The comfort she felt around Maverick surprised her, given how little they knew of one another. But she supposed there was no real rush to find out the details of Maverick's life, despite how few and far between their meetings might be; and the male clearly enjoyed her company enough to seek it out again. In time perhaps they would open up to one another, but for one Epiphron was content to let Maverick see nothing but what she wanted to show him for now. Perhaps he would find himself uncomfortable if he her desire to gain a higher rank was not exactly pure, but something a bit more dark; she simply craved power, and wanted to be known in the best way possible. In many ways, she learned this from her father, though she was unsure if she could ever achieve that level of greatness.

Before them the water had begun to trickle, slowing into a fairly deep pool of water. She had been about to suggest a swim, but Maverick took the opportunity first, diving into the cool water and sending a large amount of water onto her. She feigned irritation, jaw dropping slightly as she watched the male wade in the ravine water. "And to believe I thought you were a gentleman," she remarked snappily, though her voice was tinged with laughter she was unable to hide from him. Her act was only maintained for a few seconds before the urge to swim took over, a wide grin spreading over her lips. Epiphron barely hesitated as she dove in after Maverick, attempting to splash the male back with her paws as they landed on the surface of the water.

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