Firefly Glen ⧏ anuyautaitchuk ⧐

Arrluk and Ajei were never the type of wolves to chase the sun. To bask in the light of day and to shine brightly in the crowd of others. Ajei was soft and sweet. Arrluk was humble and calm. While others might claim the spot of brilliant flowers reaching out to the sky, this pair instead were the sturdy roots, holding up the weight of those above with endurance and resolution. 

Their wedding would hold a theme that resembled those which it honored. A humble little gathering, made so by members of moontribes and blood of Nuiruk alone. Moonwoman was only rightfully so the one to take position as wedding planner. She had done it so many times, there would have been no other their pair would trust it to. In the coming days it was good to see her busy at work and Arrluk stayed far out of it, excited for it to be everything Ajei had hoped for. 

And it was a beautiful sight to behold indeed. In the open and quiet of the glen. The night shown Moon Mother brightly. Fireflies danced in twilight hours. A feast spread for their little gathering of both land and sea, salt and springs and gifts too, laid at the alter for the pair that would be bound this night. 

Arrluk walked the path of firemother and stood at the ready upon the alter of horn and bone. His smile shown brightly at the sight of Ajei as she made her arrival, painted in ceremonial blood and adorn with sweet smelling flora. 

The words were said and two were now one. 

Arrluk lifts a white toed paw, to move it down the bride of Ajei's nose painted with blood. He then touches his bloodied paw to the white of his neck. I am yours and you are mine. From this day until our end of days.