Great Bear Wilderness [wp] a union for the ages

their union is a beautiful thing ; it swells a pride within him, and a thankfulness that the gods had planted him upon a path that would allow him, now, to sit beside a wife of his own ; strong, beautiful, seemingly as moved by the celebration as he was. rökkur mánison looked towards íruna mánison, his jaw resting atop her crown as she buried her nose within his neck. her scent was thick within his pelt as her cheek shifted upon it.

they are, he agreed, smiling. he moves away as she nudges him, raising to his paws before his wife can even propose the idea. yes, let us, the lorekeeper nods, brushing his tail against her flank. an affectionate sight for anyone to behold, as he would not restrain himself, nor hide they joy he felt for being wedded to the shieldmaiden, healer, the woman who would support him for the rest of his days, just as he would for her.

i wonder how quickly they may bring forth life, he hummed, curious and somewhat teasing, in a sense. forneskjan blood would be revered within the forest. and what their names may be. i suppose only time will tell, a slow approach, so that he may share time and conversation with the woman who had once been his betrothed ...

... now, much more.

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