Skål! [Fireside/Hjarrandi Wedding]
09-27-2020, 01:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-27-2020, 04:53 PM by Pestilence.)
Pestilence had spent an awful lot of time considering whether or not she'd even be attending this ceremony, after all she'd hardly been in the pack a season and already she'd embarrassed herself with the intruder who'd crossed their border and then subsequently kicked her ass. She was still healing from the maim, Viper's slashes across her neck had reopened the damage caused by her sister Toxicity. Fuck, had it hurt. The least she could do now was show herself at the wedding and offer her services in the festival to come. Surely Tyrian and Valk would need some grunt work done, and Pesto intended to be the first and most enthusiastic offer of help. She'd ensured before arriving that she took ample pain medication to see the evening through and had further asked to accompany Alarr in case the injury flared back up. Not only was he her best friend but also a skilled healer, and one of the few wolves she'd trust with her life. They weren't late, thankfully. Pesto had not had formal introductions yet with all of Fireside's wolves, and she sure as hell didn't want to be the last one to show up and be unable to put names to the faces of the crowd. They were instructed to gather in a loose semi-circle so she obeyed, but couldn't help but watch the officiate rather than the betrothed. Was this Alarr's terrifying tractor father? Pesto shuddered, but sat quiet and waited for it to begin. "Thinking" "You." |
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