Whose bed have your boots been under?

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 03-14-2013, 01:20 PM by Epiphron.)

She doubted there was a body of water any more refreshing in all of the lands of Alacritis. The sun was no longer directly overheard, but had lowered ever so slightly in the sky. Still, though the heat was not as strong, and was certainly bearable, it was still there. The slow-moving current was a welcome relief from the slight heat that had begun to fall on the land. She had grown accustomed to the harsh winter; having been born in the spring, her memories of how hot the land could get were fleeting, since she'd been a mere pup then. She'd also spent much of her time then worrying about her mother's death, rather than splashing in the water with an adorable boy..

She vaguely wondered what her father might think of Maverick, but pushed those thoughts from her mind as soon as they crept in. She was completely unsure whether it was acceptable to bring a wolf from another pack into her family's territory... she'd never faced such a thing, but wasn't going to find out the hard way, that was for sure.

"My worries exactly," she mused aloud, paddling a bit closer to Maverick. Perhaps she shouldn't admit that she was worried about not seeing him again -- did that make her too vulnerable? Either way, she found it hard to mask the fact that she enjoyed his company. Even in the water, which gave Epiphron a bit more room to roam and not seem like she was avoiding contact with him altogether, she found her paws pushing her closer to the boy. She wouldn't ever admit the willpower it took to keep her from pressing her entire body into his, wondering what it felt like to press her nose into the fur of her neck -- how it felt to touch someone who wasn't family, someone she probably shouldn't really be touching. She was able to keep her distance instead, using the gentle current of the water as an excuse to bump into him ever so slightly.

She thought for a moment longer, not sure when the next pack meeting would be called, or if she would be forced to train on particular days. Damnit. "Maybe we shouldn't meet so soon. Valhalla has been a bit distracted lately... I'm sure a pack meeting is due any day now." She frowned a bit, displeasure evident on her pretty face. "Maybe we can meet here again in.. I don't know, 6 days?" She suggested idly, knowing that was a decent stretch of time, but perhaps enough to ensure she would be able to slip away when she wanted to.

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