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Sorry to spring this on you like this. xD In the early morning. / +387


He couldn't wait until spring. He'd found the perfect thing for her; a sapphire imbedded into a silve ring and, upon examining it closely, he'd decided it would fit her perfectly. Gunnar had found it completely by chance while exploring Casa's territory the night before. Maybe someone had lost it or maybe it had been a human's thing a long time ago, but he'd found it in a tiny black case with a bunch of other jewelery inside; a necklace, more rings, bracelets. They were all beautiful but he liked the saphire ring the best; it was a perfect engagement ring for her.

Engagement. Oh gods. Gunnar's mind froze up with nerves at the thought. Where he sat on his bed in his room, his legs crossed and the delicate ring in his hand, he tensed. What if Jazper doesn't give us his blessing? What if Fia's not ready? Maybe I'm pushing too fast...

He knew what he wanted; he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. His mother, Valinta, would never had agreed with this idea, but seeing Fia laughing and smiling, always in such high spirits around him... she'd let him into her life and he'd done the same. They knew eachothers' pasts, the bad and the good. He knew he loved her more than anyone else in the world. He wanted to prove it to her, to prove how much he cared for her.

If that meant kissing her father's feet for approval, then so be it.

Mind made up, Gunnar stood, checked himself over in the mirror (he was wearing surprisingly nice clothes, including dark dress pants and a pinstripe black and gray dress shirt) and, upon deciding that his hair and fur were brushed well enough, he headed for the door.

His short journey brought him to follow the scent of his leader and when he came to a stop in front of the man's quarters, he sucked in a deep breath. Pleaaase be there, Jazper. He knocked, then stood straighter, the ring in his pocket for later. This was to ask him for his blessing; he wasn't about to propose to the man.

The moment any sign of movement came, Gunnar cringed. On second thought, please don't be home... Damn nerves.

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