Boartusk Heights [ffm] [m] luna rosa

If someone had told Soleon he would be wearing the blood of another wolf on his head for three days and referring to them as blessings he would've told them: uh, bullshit. Yet, there he stood. Letting his Queen press her bloodied paw against his head.

He was motionless, amazed, concerned, and yet he had wanted this. Wanted to learn. Wanted to prove he was in this for the long haul.

He was proving this to himself now.

She speaks plenty of foreign words that he does not understand but contemplates the meaning they do carry. It helps that Reyna carries herself with the perfect disposition as a ruler. She is quick, thorough, and intentional in all things that she does.

His eyes turn to Basilio and he watches as Reyna does the same to him. Basilio is almost eager for it, however. There was a certain connection that went above loyalty. Soleon considered the immense loyalty Basilio carried for Reyna and Nivis to so avidly embrace this moment. How noble of him!

Soleon would have to try and observe him. See what he could do to attempt his level of servitude.

"Thank you," You did thank someone when they bled on you, right?