Marry me?

Solor laughed a soft, nervous chuckle as a pleased noise made it past Vail’s lips. She didn’t leave him in suspense, breathlessly crying out her yes. A giggle passed her lips, and he would reach down to kiss, even as she went to kiss him. There was a slight problem with coordination, and he laughed softly himself as they tried again, and planted their kisses with ease.

She had said yes. this beautiful, wonderful woman, was his. They already had a home in Abaven, a little garden near their den. Vail had duties to the pack as a healer, and he would need to find his own calling. They would get married, here, in Abaven.

He moved his paw and grabbed the little braclet he had hidden there, gently nudging her. “lift your paw” he ordered, and waited for her to comply. When she did, he would slip on the promise band, the soft blue fitting perfectly around her paw. He kissed the pad that was lifted, before letting her lower it to the ground again. “I was thinking, Rhythm being the oldest family member, could preside over the wedding, and Shaye could give you away.. If.. if that’s what you want.” he whispered softly.