White Wedding
06-21-2013, 09:12 AM
| Cormalin |
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Cormalin loped toward the calls. This must be he wedding party. And by the sounds of it, he was very late. The large black male slid to a halt and padded into the group, nodding greetings to the members of Valhalla. "So sorry, Chrysanthe, Cairo. Obsidian is slightly nervous about the Seracians. She's coming." He gave an apologetic smile to the two wolves before looking around. He spotted Erani, her muzzle full of flowers, and padded to her, nuzzling her shoulder. ?Proud mother of the bride, you should be preparing her, shouldn?t you?? Eyes of blue and gold twinkled at his sister?s startled look. He glanced around for Obsidian. The horse had been slightly unsure of so many wolves that didn?t know that she wasn?t food. She?d come, though. Her loyalty to the pack was unwavering. Cormalin sat back, next to his sister and his brother in law, waiting for the procession to start off. |