"Quiet this eve." Wenn whispered so as not to harshly break the warm stillness.

"Aye and pleasantly so. How fare you, my love?"

"I am well. In your arms, in your home... soon to be your wife." She turned her head to grin at Wolf who immediately grinned back.

"You are pleased then with recent events? You are pleased that I have taken Simon as my son and pleased that I have selected a wife?" He tilted his face to nuzzle his broad grin against her neck.

Wenndolyne giggled. "Quite pleased. What a lucky young man and fortunate lass."

Whispering against her ear, Wolf spoke in all seriousness. "No, a lucky wolf."

"Of course, now I've a wedding to plan."

"Indeed. I suspect a good number of Camelot's citizens will want to attend such an event, seeing the fairest maid in Camelot married off to an old wolf?" He chuckled as he rested his chin upon her shoulder, after the playful batting Wenn gave him, that is.

"Not the fairest but among the most fortunate, as I said. Seems to me that guests will flock to see you wed... and there may be much wailing among the womenfolk."

Wolf tickled her into a giggle and then she sighed as she relaxed back against him. "Despite the expected numbers, " her brow knitted together, "I never cared much for all the pomp and circumstance of large ceremonies. Would that we could have a small private gathering."

"Ah, but I think that is an unlikely option, my love. Best plan for this hall to be filled with many smiles and well wishes."

"Yes, I know you're right, but at least the wedding party itself could be small, if not intimate in such a setting." Wenn turned in his arms and rested her head upon his shoulder as she pondered the event. "Only a few maids or matrons and groomsmen. Simon must participate, of course."

"Of course."

Wenn tipped her head back to press a kiss to Wolf's neck then continued in a whisper there. "We may have a large public wedding but proceed with the formalities in an informal way, hm?"

Wolf rested his cheek upon her soft hair, relishing the feel of her warm breath and soft voice upon his skin. He moaned softly as she kissed him again then offered his distracted comments. "Yes.. small wedding party... exchange of vows..."

"Yes, let us do some sort of bonding ceremony."

Wolf lifted his head and looked at her with a flash of his emerald eyes. "In public?!" But soon his feigned shock was once more a grin. When it was within her reach again, Wenn bit his earlobe to chide him for his teasing of her.

"OW!" he responded, with a chuckle.

"Is this not how a mother wolf disciplines an errant pup? Of course I meant a ceremonial bonding of hearts and lives, my love." The corner of her mouth drew into a wicked grin. "The other comes later."

Wolf turned them to face each other and wrapped her again in his arms, looking into her bright face. "I do wish it was now." He then pressed forward to kiss the corner of her mouth.

Wenn spoke against his lips as they remained. "As do I, beloved."

Their arms wrapped them more tightly in a hug. Wolf hissed in a snicker across her shoulder, "I know a spell..." Wenn's giggling response was muffled as she pressed a tasting kiss up beneath his ear.

Lord Wolf's hand slid up Wenn's spine to gently caress the nape of her neck. She was liquified by his touch, moaning softly into his shoulder. Her fingers drifted up to untie the binding in his hair and flexed against his neck and shoulders as his white silk cascaded over her hands. He shivered at her touch and grasped gently behind her neck. Wenn arched back against it and looked into his face to see the glittering depth of his deep emerald eyes regarding her as well.

"Oh, Wolf..." She closed her eyes when his head lowered to kiss the exposed swell above the deep neckline of her dress. Her hands held tightly to his shoulders, grasping. Wolf grinned against her skin as he heard Wenn gasp from his enjoyment of her.

Wenndolyne soon forgot the topic of their previous discussion. Her mind, her heart, her soul and body were lost in his presence. "My beloved Wolf." She whispered with a soft smile.

"My love...my life..." he replied just before his face turned up to hungrily seek her lips. Both were lost in their embrace and in the deep kiss for a long moment, until Wenn broke from the kiss abruptly and looked away, listening. Lord Wolf sighed against her cheek. He'd heard the herald of nightfall too.

"They call, my love. I hear them."

Wolf kissed the tip of her nose. "As do I, my heart."

Wenndolyne buried her face in his neck until reluctantly he had to extract himself from their warm communion before the hearth. He rose, drawing her up with him, just as the howls of the Pack came into their hearts again.

"I will return in the morn, as always."

The last touch between them was broken as Wenn's fingers slipped from his hand. She nodded silently. Drawn by her brave smile, belying his untimely parting, Wolf softly cupped her face in his hands and gently kissed her. He then turned from her and strode to the doors of the Keep.

She watched as the doors opened for him. He turned in the threshold, "Rest well, my love." Then he was gone into the night.

Lord Wolf heard her whisper though, as she remained in place, watching the doors close. "My love to the Pack... for it is My Love I send to them." When she turned back to the fire, Wenn took a deep breath and her melancholy was tempered with a smile and a thought. Would the Pack be among the guests at their wedding?