"I shudder to think," Fendros remarked. "It's not impossible that father would try to stop them, but mother does have sway with him. He wouldn't stop her if she was adamant about coming along."

Fendros sighed. Upon a breath in, he turned his head to Ahnasha. "I know you aren't one to fuss over appearance normally, but it needs to be said, Ahna..." He ran his fingers over Ahnasha's wrist near his shoulder. "You look radiant. Sabine's mixtures must be making you glow."

It wasn't as if the soaps, oils, and perfumes had not improved Ahnasha's appearance after they were applied in and near the water, but the lighting in the temple had suddenly made Fendros notice just how different it was. Her fur looked soft and vibrant, her eyes sparkled, and she had such a blended scent that only lycans could fully appreciate it. In turn, Fendros had taken on the effects of his own gifts from Sabine. His own hair was trimmed and straightened by his own hands, but Sabine's mixtures had given him some kind of regality overall. If not for his clothes, he would have appeared noble.

Before Ahnasha could complete any reply she might have had, the double doors of the temple creaked and let in a wash of daylight. The pack squinted and turned their attention to the newcomers.

"You can let go now, Llarasa dear. I know my way around the temple." The voice of Calia was the first to come from the three figures at the door. Their eyes quickly adjusted to reveal Monderyn and Llarasa, guiding Calia inside.

Calia was perhaps most appropriately dressed for a wedding, save for the priest. She wore a straight, elegant off-blue dress embroidered with dark swirling symmetrical patterns. Her hair was tied up and had freshly curled bangs lilting from in front of her ears. She gently brushed Llarasa's hand away and walked with perfect posture towards the pack.

Llarasa and Monderyn followed along in finery that was outdone by their mother, but still more formal than most of the pack. Fendros wondered why he should ever have worried about how much he was fussing with how much was evident in Monderyn and Llarasa's appearances.

Fendros had already stood up with a look of relief and approached them with his hands forward. "Mother, I'm so glad you came."

Calia smiled broadly, looking past Fendros with her milky eyes and holding her own hands out. They joined and embraced. Her voice spoke with presence that befit her entrance and dress. "My dear Fendros, this occasion is too important to miss." She pulled back and placed her hands on Fendros' cheeks and her tone became more stern. "You gave me much to think about, and I have decided that I will not push you away because you have found a place for yourself. I may not approve with all my heart, but cannot just abandon you." The smile returned. "Give your mother a kiss." She leaned and pulled Fendros to plant a quick kiss on his lips. "You smell gorgeous," her fingers clutched at his collar with both hands. "I wager you look gorgeous as well. Now..." She let him go and craned her head to listen over his shoulder. "Go and welcome your siblings."

"Thank you," Fendros nodded, looking overwhelmed. He stepped around Calia to embrace Llarasa and shake Monderyn's hand. 

"Ahnasha?" Calia called out neutrally with a soft smile. "Come here, if you would." Calia beckoned to the air, not knowing Ahnasha's exact position. She had her arms partly outstretched to receive Ahnasha when she would walk over.

Sabine couldn't hide her nervousness after hearing about the day before. She stayed back for now, clutching one arm. Janius followed suit with more confidence. Rhazii stood chewing on his tail near Newt, wondering who these strangers were that seemed so familiar with his mother and father.