La Vie En Rose [Wedding!]

Though she was hardly a crafter, Ásvor was glad her gift was well-received. It was the thought that counted, after all - even if the gift wasn't the most flawless execution she could've dreamt up, at least it was appropriate for the occasion and for the rest of their pack to see. Truthfully there were no limits to her devotion; she would go to the ends of the earth to make Valdís happy, slay a thousand wolves if she required it of her. Luckily for them both Valdís seemed just as pleased by the simpler gestures, which made her life much easier. She grinned at the little moment of affection they shared, selfishly wishing they could remain alone - but today was a day for celebrating, for Úlfr as well as the rest of Fireside. They had the rest of eternity for more private moments. Valdís seemed to echo her thoughts, and she let out a low chuckle. "Let's do that," she agreed, tilting her own head back and joining in briefly with her future wife's call.

They weren't forced to wait long before Jupiter showed up. Though he hadn't seemed to care much about their idea of a wedding - as in, he'd been neither excited nor opposed to the idea, which suited her just fine - he'd brought them a gift anyway. Not just one, but two. Ásvor flashed him a grin as he headed toward them, amused at the awkward sight of him dragging the gift along. She appreciated the gesture of the plant gift considerably, and the wine was a lovely touch too. "Ah, thank you, Jupiter," Ásvor smiled appreciatively at their leader. She was admittedly surprised at the thought behind the gift - symbolism was a big part of her culture as a whole, and so she was even more impressed by the care behind his choice. He had no clue just how accurate his words truly were. Somehow she and Valdís had persevered, even when they'd lived apart, hundreds of miles away from one another - perhaps things hadn't been as official back then, but no other wolf had ever claimed her heart quite like Valdís  had. Ásvor wasn't really one to share her feelings publicly, and even if she might be tempted now she wasn't sure Jupiter really wanted to hear their love story.

"Thank you - truly, I-" Her attention was stolen by Úlfr as he bounded in, exclaiming something that didn't make a lot of sense. It was almost entirely forgiven by the way he began to send a flurry of flowers toward them, and Ásvor found herself chuckling. "Happy wedding," she corrected him as he bounded off, and though her words had a hint of seriousness to them there was no lack of warmth in her eyes as she watched him bound back toward Aerndis. Parenting was quite a stranger thing and wasn't exactly coming easily to her, but she was figuring it out, and though imagining Úlfr as her son wasn't coming quite so easily... well, she was getting there.