Lion Head Mesa fair winds [wp]

The wedding was beautiful. Akhtar could drop all of his flimsy pretenses, he was having fun and he knew it. He weaved among the guests, odd in form to their wild, wolfish shapes. 

He was dressed impeccably in his priestly regalia, much like his apprentice, the sheer white coat of his mink fur stole still sat upon his throat, even with the bright shock of another pelt across his back. He didn’t quite know what it was, but the stark black contrast to his light coat was enjoyed.

He emerged from the crowd only to root about for refreshments. It was to be a long night, and he wasn’t one to waste a party.