Skål! [Fireside/Hjarrandi Wedding]

With no small amount of satisfaction Valkyrie stepped up to the Fireside elder. She seated herself to his left and much like Jupiter had, buried the point of her knife into the ground at her feet. Her plans were coming together nicely. She had no intention of retiring from her life as a raider, but it was time to settle (to an extent) and bring about the next generation of Finnvis. She would weave them into her life among the raiding and trading she fully intended to continue, and raise them as she had been raised. The Fireside wolves weren't exactly orthodox, but they were strong and to be allied to them in this way seemed beneficial to all involved.

She glanced over to Jupiter, the male she'd picked for her aunt. He'd been picked for several reasons. The first was his physical form; he was strong in ways that would hopefully cancel out her aunt's physical deficiencies and ensure that line produced strong children. The second was that, in observing him, Valkyrie hadn't found him to be particularly strong of mind. Alfrun was not physically strong so Valkyrie had been careful to select a mate for her that she was equal to - or stronger than - in other ways. With a little effort she was certain Alfrun could dominate their married life and get her way in all of the important matters. She had no doubt that Alfrun would hold sway when it came to rearing their children and that, in Valkyrie's opinion, was key if they were to make a viking stronghold here in Boreas.

Her dismissive gaze was snatched away from Jupiter as the wind ruffled the garland woven into her bridal crown. She fixed it with a paw and then turned her attention to Valentine to await the proceedings.