The Heort�

Today was the day. He was going to publicly announce his love for Phoebe to his new pack and all those gathered to witness their union...And Conan was nervous. Boy was he nervous. The behemoth had never been nervous before. Perhaps when he had been a pup, but since having come into his adulthood, nervousness hadn't been something he'd experienced in quite some time. But it was hitting him quite hard that day, especially after having bid his wife-to-be goodmorning before heading off towards the celebration. As always, it was uncomfortable to be parted from Phoebe's side, but for the sake of the ceremony, he would bare it. He knew that his little warrior would be taken away by her female relatives to be readied for the ceremony and he could only respect their customs as he awaited for the moment that he got to say "i do".

The sooty behemoth would make his way towards the lake where all those attending were to gather before the festivities began. He would arrive just in time to catch his sister-in-law's speech to the gathered wolves. Ruby eyes would scan the crowd of wolves that had come, spotting many unknown faces among the few pantheon members that he vaguely memorized. Conan would keep to himself as he moved to be closer to Natalya, not exactly next to her, but close enough that he was within a few paces of her. Despite this being a chance to intermingle and meet new wolves, the titan had no real interest in doing so. Haunches would fold beneath the man as he sat, simply observing those present as he bid his time until he was to see his lovely Phoebe again.