Little sister growing up

Solor took in the familiar scent of Vail, which came with the scent of herbs and the taste of home. He grinned a touch of impishness to the expression, through he mostly kept himself serious for the occasion. There was a touch of amusement, which mostly hid his anxieties.

This was all he wanted in the world, and if he could have just taken her away then and there, called her his and started their life together without ceremony.. He would have. But he wanted to give Vail this, to give her something to remember this by, to mark the occasion, to make it official in the eyes of their pack.

He looked about them, taking in the scenery, and would see Rhythm as she hopped onto the raised dais, and called the beginning of this practice run.

He took a deep breath, and stood just under where Rhythm stood, his freshly cleaned coat glimmering in the sunlight, and he kept his posture straight and proud.