Livin' on Love / P

*Epiphron* · 03-22-2013, 07:08 PM

Epiphron swore she heard a familiar voice in the distance. She stirred from her restless slumber, aware of the faint sound of others conversing in the distance. Perhaps she had been dreaming of Maverick, reliving the brief moments they had spent together in the ravine. Perhaps she simply hoped that the speech she heard vaguely in the distance was Maverick, though she knew there was no way it was him.

The female spent a long moment lying awake, curled up tightly, enjoying the warmth emanating from her own body. As she strained her ears, she caught Syrinx's voice. The familiar tones were received gladly, and the female willed herself to blink open her blue eyes. Slowly she stretched her forepaws out, feeling the tension ease in her tired limbs. As the female lay there, still quite sleepy, she peered out from her den. Why was Syrinx up at this hour? A faint glow was visible in the night sky, as though day would soon arrive. Curious as to what her brother was up to, the female pulled herself to all fours, shaking her head gently to wake herself up.

Slowly the princess pulled herself from the small den she had claimed as her own, carrying her slender form towards where she guessed Syrinx had gone. Her nostrils flared, catching her brother's scent and following the familiar aroma easily. His trail seemed to be heading towards the border of their pack lands, and this piqued her curiosity. Was her brother, the heir, sneaking off in the midst of the night like she had? She would not blame him, nor would she tell on him; the female was merely curious of his intentions, as any sister would be.

It wasn't long before Epiphron caught sight of her brother in the distance. A soft bark was offered in greeting, though she kept her tones hushed, knowing others would still be sleeping. Her brother had not left the Valhallan lands after all, but was dancing awfully close to the border, or so it seemed. As she approached, the silhouette of another came into view. Though her eyes were hazy with sleep, she was certain that the male in the distance was none other than Maverick. Confusion washed over her as he pace quickened, coming to stand alongside Syrinx. She nudged him questioningly; she hadn't heard the words that were presumably exchanged between the two, but for some reason Maverick was heading away from her home.

She couldn't help herself. Quiet but firm tones rang out questioning, directed towards the Seracian wolf. "Maverick?" She asked simply, though it was obvious it was the male she had met just a few days prior. "What the hell are you doing here?" Perhaps she would've been more prepared and alert if she'd seen him during the day, but the female felt confused and vulnerable. But a spark of joy was visible in those sapphire blue eyes, even as she glanced at Syrinx, hoping for an explanation.

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