Livin' on Love / P
03-26-2013, 07:09 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-26-2013, 08:35 AM by Ardent.)
Maverick leaned in further, whispering something to her that was inaudible to Syrinx. She smiled a bit, though wondered what the other male meant when he said he's survived his mother -- had she caught him sneaking back across the borders? It seemed as though his matriarch's reaction had likely been less than pleasant. "I don't know what he'll say," she mumbled, her words truthful. Syrinx wasn't generally the type to bring others into situations, but rather the kind of wolf who tended to solve things himself. She was reminded of an incident a few weeks ago, when she and Chrysanthe had been slightly teaming up on Neo, who was throwing a hissy fit. Syrinx had ended the scuffle quickly and expertly. Since when was he becoming the mediator of the family? Maverick placed a tender kiss on her cheek, and she felt as though she could die right there on the spot. Both from excitement -- and the fact that Syrinx had, without warning, pounced forward to push Maverick from her. She hardly had time to respond to the small otter that seemed to have taken a liking to Maverick. Immediately the female's eyes would turn to Mav apologetically as her brother seated himself protectively between the two. It seemed as though he neglected to realize that Epiphron was perfectly content with Maverick touching her, but rather seemed to blame him. In any other situation, she would've been pleased at her brother coming to her aid, but now she simply eyed him from behind, mildly annoyed. "Don't be ridiculous, Syrinx," she started, though her voice was tender. She would come to her brother's side, nuzzling his neck with affection. What was the best course of action in this situation? She wasn't keen on playing along with her brother and upsetting Maverick, but her brother had made it clear that Maverick wouldn't be touching Epiphron. At least not while he was around to witness it. "He is not a stranger," she whispered into her brother's ear, pressed against the russet male's side. The female realized how similar her brother and Maverick looked -- in some ways, Maverick even looked like her father. "I ran into him the other day while scouting. He is of the Seracia pack," she explained in hushed tones, unsure of what the two had spoken of before she had arrived on the scene. Tentatively her blue gaze would avert itself to Maverick, wondering his reaction to the entire situation. |
