Skål! [Fireside/Hjarrandi Wedding]

Abby aproached the ceremony, drawn by the call and greeted with the sweet scent of fruit and flowers. She hadn't been to the orchard before, but the place was decidedly enjoyable as she made silent plans to return in the spring. She had heard talk about a diplomatic arrangement, but the event was still quite surprising. She'd only ever seen Jupiter once at Obsidian Beach, and he struck her as quite hard to tie down to say the least.

She recognised Tyrian among them of course, but him and Jup were the only wolves she recognised amongst the gathering of fierce looking warriors. Normally she would hide behind the most familiar wolf like a frightened pup, but the situation forced her out in the open as disturbing the king during what seemed to be an important event would probably be innaproppriate, as well as the fact that they'd only talked once. Yet again, the mottled girl had found herself in a celebration where she didn't know anyone.

She observed the participants, planning her next move. The betrothed were all quite curious pairs. It was like horses marrying goats, though the comparison would stay unspoken. Neither of the parties would probably like being compared to a goat. She recognised some similarities though, like how they'd gut her the same way if she screwed up somehow.

She'd remain quiet as to not disrespect the ceremony, and she moved to sit next to the black and white yearling [Pesto] who decidedly looked the least murderous (though this wasn't saying much), still keeping a respectful distance as to not accidentally provoke.