The sky was graced with the baby blues of a robins egg almost. A beautiful racing color that spread across the sky and was nearly clear of clouds, only finding a few scattered about. Thor poked his head from the den and pulled himself out to head towards the gathering area for the festivities.

He hadn't met many wolves here, Lilja, Tyr, and Asgeir but he hoped to branch out a bit more at the ceremony. There was bound to be some sort of enhancing substance that would take away his anxieties... Why he had them suddenly he didn't know, it hadn't ever been a thought as a human...

Upon arriving he smiled, noting Tyr was already there, surrounded by the scents of flowers, vines, grasses and honeyed berries flooded his senses. His eyes danced across the decorated area and he slowly approached Tyr who was already seeming to be greeted by another.

He stopped a few feet away to take his turn with the king, a smile dancing on his features at the king and the younger male who seemed to do a small cocky dance before Tyr.