Alamea knew this day would come, their plans would come to fruition soon, and they were going to spend their lives together. Still when the call echoed across the island the girl was suddenly nervous. What if he wasn't accepted? What would her alpha's reaction be to her big news? Still she wanted to be there, wanted to stand beside him now and forever. Rising from her new den she stretched and shook the dirt from her pelt. Not yet showing, she was certain now, she carried within her the proof of their union.
Lifting her head she angled herself in the direction of the call. She wanted to see him, wanted to press into him and tell him the good news but she forced herself to trot along at a slower pace than she wanted. It was not her place to accept him and she would rather not have to explain what she was doing should she arrive first. As the boarder came into view that fear was wiped from her mind, Chrysanthe was already there. A smile rising unbidden to her face as she drew in the form of her mate, his sacrifice was certainly not lost on her; though she did not grasp the true extend of it.
She would pull her attention back towards her russet faced leader, lowering bodice in a small bow before moving to stand beside the grey and black male, though resisting the urge to press into him.
