A Ceremony

Her pale yellow eyes swept across the cave as Majesty lead her to the cave mouth. The cave was filled with sweet-smelling herbs, grasses and mosses. On the floor was a fine layer of sand. She turned to Majesty, her eyes silently saying: what's this all about?

Erika tilted her head in curiosity. A ceremony? Of what nature? When Majesty finally got back to the point, she instantly fell in love with the idea. In her old pack there was something similar, but it wasn't exactly marriage. It comprised of two wolves asking the alpha for permission to be mates in front of the whole pack. Purely ceremonial, but it was cute to watch. But she liked this idea too, and if Majesty wanted to do it, then she would.

She smiled sweetly at her mate. "Of course I will."