Springtime Summons

After a bit of work Roan made his way to the festival his wife prepared for the Empire. The silver marked warrior had a skip to his step and he held his head high. A complete opposite demeanor to when he’d first made his way into Sirius’s lands. He felt like a completely different wolf, but it wasn’t a bad thing. He missed his sister and the life he had before, but more than anything he counted himself blessed and beyond by being able to call Iolaire his wife.

The monster of a man made his way to her side, a mischievous grin playing on his features as he stole a kiss from her cheek. She’d mentioned the intent for the night’s festivities and he couldn’t have been more eager. Where Io had taken the lives of her birds that morning Roan and Guff managed to bring with them a massive turkey. It was still very much alive, and Roan wanted to wait until the best possible moment to spill its blood. The young wolverine herded it, its beak and wings both tied as he led it behind him.