Great Bear Wilderness [ce] veizla [FEAST]

the FEAST thread for the wedding! everyone can reply here. i suggest one reply per person in attendance. this will be a one rounder! feel free, again, to break off into subset threads using the tags accordingly: [ce]—celebration [wp]—wedding party. lets get our groove on!!!

the clearing had been transformed for the occasion, a gathering space warmed by the laughter and low voices of kin and allies. @Kukutux had laid out caribou hides across the snow-packed ground, their soft fur a practical barrier against the cold. she had supplemented the feast with preserved herbs and lighter provisions, the careful touch of her wisdom woven into every detail. the arrangement stretched in a long line, reminiscent of a great hall, inviting all to eat together as one.

sólhárr strode into the heart of the clearing, his broad shoulders burdened with bundles of dried meats carried alongside @Luhtar and @Pangur. they worked in unison, their movements efficient, depositing the offerings at the center of the feast. from the edge of the gathering, y’var’la approached, her pale coat dusted with frost, a bundle of freshly picked herbs from neverwinter forest cradled carefully in her jaws.

when all was set, sólhárr moved to sit beside @Callyope, the golden warmth of his eye softening as it met hers. the chieftain rose to his full height then, his deep voice cutting through the hum of conversation with ease.

we gather before our gods, he declared, his tone steady, carrying the weight of his station. we feast upon our matrimony, and pray for a fertile season!

he sat again, his golden gaze sweeping over those gathered, his presence commanding yet welcoming. with his wife at his side and kin surrounding him, sólhárr let the weight of the moment settle, a union not just of hearts but of packs, spirits, and gods.

Pangur worked tirelessly through all of the preparation, her sheer delight enough to grant her a decades worth of energy for just this one celebration, she hauled whatever was asked of her, all the strength of an oxen contained flowing through her veins. She brought dried meats alongside Solharr and Luhtar, placing them along the altars for wolves of Moon and Forneskja alike to feast to their hearts content.

A beautiful union, her heart soared as the love between her friends, and leaders, was witnessed by all in attendance, the gods among them. When the vows had been spoken aloud, love declared and now bound by in sacred ceremony, it was enough to bring tears of joy to her eyes.

Once she had managed to regain her composure, she inhaled the crisp winter air, eager to celebrate amongst the others. A tune hummed between her lips.