Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Carpathius

Though he hadn't exactly received an invite, Maverick had caught wind of the wedding feast occurring in a pack down in Auster from some chatter around Boreas. When he went to go see if he could bother Venom some more, he was told by a very curt border guard that the Empress had departed for a party, and after putting two and two together, the renegade made his way south for some fun. He didn't know where he was going or who he was going to see, but he made a damn good show of pretending like he did. Once he'd crossed the Bifröst, it was easy to pick up on the trails of numerous wolves all headed in the same direction. And as the saying goes, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." So Mav followed the smells until he found the towering castle in the middle of pack lands. Turquoise eyes went wide in wonder and he let out a whistle as he studied the architecture. Damn, someone must've really been compensating for something! Hope it wasn't the groom, or else he pitied the poor bride.

Making his way across the plains, Maverick slipped right into the castle as if he belonged there, following the crowd of wolves into the great hall where his eyes were met with a bountiful feast. Holy cow, had he died and gone to heaven? This really was some big soirée to do! Although he recognized virtually none of the wolves around him, it was easy to identify the bride and groom from their place at the head table. Slipping quietly up while a couple of larger wolves were occupying their attention, Mav slipped a small pouch of the cannabis he'd harvested into the pile of gifts just so he wouldn't feel like a scavenger, then slipped back into the crowd to survey the area for one very elusive monochrome monarch.

"Maverick"