White Wedding

Insomnia flew as if the hounds of hell themselves were nipping upon her heels! Damn it all to hell she was running late! A hunting expedition had kept her several hours over what it should have and she had promised.. promised Maverick she would be here! She urged her aging limbs to propel her faster, harder, careening across the earth until she became naught but a blur of ivory and onyx. Crossing the Valhallen territory line without fault she careened towards his scent. She would probably be the only Glaciem wolf here, but they could all kiss her hind quarters, Insomnia loved Maverick and she was going to be here damn it.

Her gait only slowed as she burst into the clearing, and having no sense of propriety or tact she darted towards the prince, dark obsidian eyes gleaming with barely suppressed excitement in an effort to catch her runaway breath. "Maverick!" His name rumbled up through her vocals, the dame slightly winded and out of breath as she brushed her snout against his cheek, a quick brush of her tongue and she stepped back, a rather subdued greeting for her. "You look remarkably handsome, your wife is about to be one lucky lady." She winked at him playfully, before she noticed Gerhardt and a flush spread across her cheekbones. " Oh! Manners! I seem to have lost them! Gerhardt it tis a pleasure to see you again!"