White Wedding

The golden male moved easily towards the call of their king almost as soon as the slightest sound left his throat. He knew what day it was, what this call meant and he could barely contain his excitement. He approached at a jovial lope, long legs bringing him to the meeting easily. Everyone was filing it, it seemed as though the whole pack would be joining them on their march to Valhalla. Excitement swelled within him but he reined it in as he slowed to a walk and approached the group. Deep bow would be given to Gerhardt, a tip of his head to Loccian and then a nod and a slight smile to Maverick. It felt like just yesterday they had been in Glaciem being charged by the mammoth of a male who ruled there. And now here they were, off to another pack on another adventure to get him hitched. Cynrik sat closer to the front, back straight and ears tipped towards Gerhardt as he spoke easily, greeting them all and explaining what was to happen. When he turned to leave everyone filed in behind him and Cynrik followed suit.
Instinctively he fell in line at Maverik?s hip, head low and respectful but eyes alert as he stayed alert for any danger that might swoop down upon their party. Words passed over him, he listened but as usual remained silent unless he was directly spoken too. But as they came to the Valhallan boarder the male tuned back in, smiling as he sat by Maverik as they waited. He would stand as soon as any Valhallen wolves showed up but for now his legs were tired from the trek and he wished to listen to the conversations. Was Maverik nervous? No? Cynrik chuckled softly at Loccian?s words, smiling easily at her comment about being nervous. ?I couldn?t have said it better myself? he said quietly, head tipped as he turned his gaze into the pack lands they were soon to enter. It was sunny today, the warmth soaking into his pelt despite the chill of the snow. It would be the perfect day for a wedding.

Speech!