Lion Head Mesa did you think it was Friday or something?

The wedding was a great show of lavish things – words, food, wolves and whores – that Arsenio did not find all too appealing. He had watched the goings on with a daft smile, tail wavering out of habit more than enjoyment of the ceremony. While he watched the queen and king take their place, make their vows to each other, he could not help but to wonder how he had gotten there.

Shoko caught his eye, drawing the ice of his gaze to the dark shadowy corners of the caverns.

Arsenio prowled toward the other man, careful to nod his head in a friendly gesture to those he passed. It was a day of blessings and celebration, after all. It would not do well to have the queen’s guard plodding about with a sour face.

Shoko, the redstone wolf greeted with a smile. His head was lifted up so that the light played upon his eyes.