The woman looked so peaceful, he almost regretted rousing her. But she rolled back right and gave a deep breath, looking around before he had a chance to clamp his jaws shut and leave her in reverie. Nemean figured he would at least make it quick for her, so that she might go back to her own family or whatever else it was she did come the serene cover of night. She congratulated him, and the Nightshade beamed.

A brief moment, at least, he heaved a sigh free of weight, tail wagging, We hunted down a new, bigger den today, and they're happy to explore while I find supper. But I wanted to speak with you first.

He shifted his weight between paws, nervous, but lips twisting sweetly.

I asked Fleetwood to marry me, he announced, I would ask your help in planning, of course. Even if you weren't the High Priestess, you may as well be like a sister to me, and I value your input.

He paused, gulping. He felt in over his head already, and suddenly figured it didn't matter if anything Nightshade was incorporated into the big day -- it was about Fleetwood, and what would give her as much joy as being celebrated by her people, in a way her people would?

I also don't know how to make this as spectacular as I can for Fleetwood, nor how Elysium weds their couples.