Altar of Twilight I know you are a [m]an of honor, I'm so sorry to bother you at home

She stiffened. Did she want to tell him? What would he think, how would he react if he said so? No, 

He stopped closer, his tongue washing over his muzzle after he spoke. Do you think you would be that man? Her head canted to the side, looking innocent and naïve but the scent in the air told otherwise. He seemed so adamant about her finding the right man for her. But he was the only good man she knew.