Well, now he'd done it.

Oberon had gotten thoroughly lost.

Navigating the seating arrangements for the wedding was proving to be a nightmare. For a child, it was even worse; the pup, only a scant few months old, could barely see ahead of himself past the throng of legs and flanks and fluffy tails, mumbling a soft 'Scuze'm every eight steps as he casually bumped into the gathering crowd. He'd lost track of his family, and there were too many scents to find anyone here.

Dangit.

With a short sigh, Oberon found the only empty patch of ground left and hurried over to claim it. The open space was refreshing, and he breathed deeply as he tried to shed the feeling of claustrophobia from so many bodies pressed around him.

But he wasn't alone.

A very tall fellow approached, thick and well-muscled sporting a coat littered with scars. His eyes widened and he wondered if he'd be asked to move - aw, man, but he'd just gotten here!

Obie looked utterly crestfallen. This spot was probably already reserved, he thought miserably. Just his luck.