Aurora found herself frozen in place as she took in the man she's about to take in as her husband in just minutes.
"I have never seen him this quiet," Briana whispered loudly enough for half the gathering to hear.
Lord Maurice laughed heartily. "I was beginning to wonder whether someone had stolen my son's tongue."
Reis groaned dramatically, earning even louder laughter from the surrounding tribe. "You two are enjoying this far too much."
"You'll survive," Damon replied with a smile.
Soon, the laughter settled as the oldest elder of the Fox Tribe slowly stepped into the open space between the two waiting figures. Unlike the Wolf Tribe elder, whose voice had carried the authority of a seasoned warrior, the elderly fox possessed the calm gentleness of a storyteller who had spent decades preserving the tribe's history.
He first turned toward Aurora and spoke adressing her, "Daughter of the Tiger Tribe."
Then toward Reis as he addressed the young lord. "Son of the Fox Tribe."
