La Vie En Rose [Wedding!]

Tyrian was late. He mentally cursed himself as he ran; the wedding presents he'd brought banging loudly against his chest with each step. He'd known this day was coming for awhile now and yet somehow when Valdis had called for them Tyrian had found himself ill prepared. The gifts he'd had awhile, but amid the hustle and bustle of everyday life he hadn't had the foresight to put them together. So, with time of the essence he'd flailed around his den site tripping over companions and projects and god knew what else as he tried to gather his things.

In the end time had wriggled away from him and once everything was said and done he'd been left with no choice but to fling himself across the pack lands in a mad dash to not be too late. Whether or not he was successful was debatable. Having slowed just enough to keep his presents from giving away his tardiness with their noisy jarring, Tyrian arrived just as Valdis began to speak. He would give the couple their wedding presents later. For now he would sit at the back and try his best not to pant loudly enough to draw the pack's attention to their tardy King.