Moonspear club can't handle me

It was a painfully beautiful feeling to be welcomed home with such enthusiasm. For as close as he had been to his mother and siblings, nothing could compare to this—his icy eyes drifting to the whisper of steps that revealed Sialuk—the tightening of his jaw as he took in her radiance. Mirth and awe easily painting his face as she greeted him with so much love—

—that he had found hearth and home here.

His own greeting was given with a shower of kisses to her—but in moments, they fell silent, watchful as parents.

Acrux targeted a weasel—the unveiling of the encounter pulling a small smile to the man’s lips. His own form relaxing against the warmth of his to-be bride.