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It finally felt like all of the pieces of the wedding planning was coming together. Pieces of decor were being put together, the food stores were brimming with supplies, and they had been back and forth with Venom’s brother Plague putting the last touches on some accessories to wear during the event. She was pretty sure the last few things would fall into place soon and she knew Artorias was planning on sending out the pack’s ravens soon enough to invite everyone. The closer the day got the more excited she became. She was a little nervous as well, but only because she wanted everything to go perfectly—not because she was getting married.

Briar was going through her usual duties, walking through the castle grounds, when she heard a faint call from the border and her head popped up at the familiar voice. She almost thought she was hearing things for a moment, but when she ran out through the castle gate so she could see past the wall she was able to spot Ophelia’s distinctive form waiting at the border. She gasped with surprise and grinned as she ran down the grassy slope toward her, tail trailing out behind her. Despite all of her invitations to her family to come visit whenever they pleased the only one to really take her up on the offer was their father. Well, until now at least. "Ophelia!” she called enthusiastically as she got closer, skidding to a stop in front of her and leaning in to press her nose to her sister’s cheek affectionately. She probably would have swept in for a hug, but in true Ophelia fashion she was quite muddy and not in good condition for hugs for someone like Briar. "This is such a surprise! What are you doing here?”

"Briar Fatalis"