White Wedding

They were summoned before their King for her brother's wedding. With Valkis vanished, off somewhere no one knew, Maverick was all that she had left. Of course she was there, dainty gray and red paws carrying her across Seracian territory to stand before her father. She melted in with the mixture of other wolves, unwilling to greet her father and brother just yet. Now was a time for congratulations, for wolves to tell her brother that they were happy for them. Later, when there weren't wolves all around, she would speak to him, say something more meaningful than just 'congratulations.'



And so, when the time came to set off, she did so, moving smoothly across the ground with the rest of the Seracian wolves, watching as the landscape began to change. As they traveled, the lands grew more and more unfamiliar, heralding their approach of the western expanses of Alacritia.



When at last they had reached Valhalla's borders, her father let out a strong howl, summoning Valhalla's leaders to them, and then turned his attention to her brother. Kamala grinned, flicking her tail in amusement as she listened to him speak. "Mav, nervous?" The words were intended for herself, and the female laughed softly, ears twitching as she sank back on her haunches to wait for Valhalla to make an appearance.



This was easier, at least, than thinking about her own upcoming wedding, which would arrive at the turn of the season. To Gideon. Her Uncle. Oh, it was strange, so very strange, but if Maverick could do this, she could marry Gideon, right? But it was better to think about Valhalla, and Mav's future bride and nothing of her own life. Ears twitching, Kamala let the conversations of Seracia wash over her, listening to Cynrik and Loccian as they spoke without comment.