Thank you, my closest friends, for attending. Shall we all go hunting now? I'm gonna take off, hunting's your thing, I'll leave it to you. Don't worry though, I'll definitely steal a few bites at some point. He smiled at the tiny feline as she trotted away. Magnus's hunting skills were good, but he specialized in fighting. Of course, you can lead the way love he looked at her with his dancing blue eyes. After all, I'm sure you know all the best places to find a meal he padded over to join her, and studied the male who had given her the rose. He was a sandstone brute, with icy blue eyes and a faint Italian accent. His English accent was foreign to this place, the only wolves with accent he knew were Aurora, with her Russia one, himself, and the man that his wife was clearly friends with. He looked to her and waited for her to begin the trip.
OOC: sorry for all the talk of accents and rubbish like that, but I have no muse just now and was hard even to muster enough thingyss to gather this crappy post
