White Wedding

Words could not describe how happy she was to back home in Valhalla. Not only was she happy to be home, but happy to return to a peaceful place. The chaos seemed to have fled the lands just as quickly as it had come. Chrysanthe had taken over the pack and Epiphron was about to be wed to the Seracian prince.

Very much pregnant, Soleil found her way into the group of wolves who were waiting for the ceremony to begin. Soleil had never gotten such a ceremony, but few ever did. This bonding was significant in the fact that it would forever bind Valhalla and Seracia.

Blue eyes spotted Collision, or rather his rump. Her tail raised, wagging happily as she weaseled through the crowd murmuring greetings and apologies. Her husband was right in all the action, with his family, their family. Chrysanthe, Epiphron, other loyal Valhallans, and a mess of Seracians. The pale female nuzzled her mate lightly before looking to Epiphron and the male at her side. "Congratulations, dear! And I assume this is Mav-Maverick, right?" His name came out broken, for a minute losing it in her mind before remembering it again. He was a red brute and a white dappled hind end and astonishing green eyes.