I'm a believer, nothing could be worse

Oath's heart sank at Atreyu’s announcement. His best friend… and his sister? His cyan eyes flickered between them, trying to mask the mix of emotions bubbling beneath his usually calm surface. He had always known they were close, but betrothed? That was a different matter. His jaw clenched for a brief moment before he caught himself, unwilling to let his inner conflict show. Not now, not here.

With a deep breath, he turned his attention to the others gathered, grateful for the distraction. Vayne's familiar presence calmed him slightly, and the sight of Petra (though scarred and more anxious than before) brought a genuine smile to his face. His tail flicked in greeting as he met their eyes, silently promising to catch up after the meeting. Petra had been through more than any of them, and seeing her sit there so quietly stirred something protective in him.

Then, there was Alaric. Oath’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the ivory male sitting across from him. This was someone new, someone who seemed to have Atreyu’s trust - but Oath wasn’t sure he was ready to give his own. His sister vouched for Alaric, and that was enough for now, but his natural caution urged him to stay on guard. Who was this wolf, and why was he so close to his family?

Oath's gaze finally returned to Atreyu, conflicted as ever. The idea of rebuilding Judila, of creating something even stronger than before, excited him, but the weight of her announcement lingered. Clearing his throat, he stood, speaking louder than intended.

“Of course I’m with you, Atreyu. I always will be.” He paused, his eyes flicking between her and Azriel. “But I need to know...” His voice softened. “Are you sure about this? Both Judila... and him?” It was her choice to marry who she wished, she would have to make her own mistakes throughout life... but Oath couldn't help but feel cautious.