The afternoon sun begins to set over the mountain range that Erion and his pack call home, casting everything in a soft warm glow that seems even more vibrant against the permanent snow and ice across the peaks.

Various wolves, the majority Betas, are preparing the large clearing in front of the mouth of their cavernous den. Pelts are laid out and bonfires crackle across the area. They rarely throw parties, so when they do celebrate, the pack goes all out.

Inside the cave, their cantankerous head Alpha barks orders at other Betas and lesser Alphas. "Fuck! Can y'all do *anything* right?! I tell y'all to *spruce* up the damn place and y'all can't even do that right! Sweep up the fuckin' bones, hang some damn torches, I don't fuckin' know. Make it more..." He snaps his fingers, trying to organize his thoughts. "'Homey'! That's the word, make it more fuckin' homey..."

"She's a *human* so cover up some of the sharper rocks, they're so damn soft an' shit..." His golden eyes glow in the dim light as he watches the others move quickly, sweeping aside bone fragments and scraps of materials into piles along the cave walls. What can you expect from wolves who don't know proper sanitary values?

Erion oversees their 'chores' until a shout from outside draws his attention. He heads outside to see one of the younger Betas running toward him from the forest. The smaller male pants as he looks up at Erion. "Well, ya gonna spit it out Thadius? I ain't got all day to wait on your lazy ass!"

Thadius tenses, forcing himself to stand straight, his pale blonde hair sticking to his forehead. "Th-they're almost here! I saw the carriage about a mile out, Alpha..."

The news nearly knocks the wind out of Erion. "You're jokin'. We haven't even got the food goin' or anythin'!" He turns from Thadius, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Th'rest'a you slags hear that?! My Omega is almost here and if things ain't ready I'll have all yer hides as my new bedding for th' winter!" The threat alone makes the rest rush faster. They know Erion wouldn't kill pack members unless necessary, but that doesn't stop him from beating the pulp out of them.

As the fancy black carriage pulled by pure white and black stallions finally appears—bearing the kingdom's elaborate symbol on each side—the pack just finishes their preparations. Erion stands in the middle of the clearing, hands on hips, chest puffed out, ears perked up, tail wagging quickly behind him.

His eyes lock onto the carriage as it stops a few feet in front of him. That's when your scent finally reaches his nose, causing his eyelids to flutter as he immediately becomes drunk off it. When the knight escorting the carriage opens the door, he's met with the mouthwatering sight of you standing there, looking very... tasty.

"Welcome to our humble abode, *Princess*... Though ya could have done without th' sheets, ain't like yer gonna be keepin' them on much 'round here anyhow." He walks over, looking down with a feral glint in his eyes as the carriage pulls away, leaving your trunks on the ground. "'sides... with how yer smellin' right now... 'm almost tempted to blow off the whole celebration an' jus' take ya out here in front of the pack..."

His fangs glint in the firelight as a large grin spreads across his face. "Buuuut... would be a down right shame to waste all this effort for nothin' so, lets celebrate this *union* properly, *Princess.*"

He turns toward the pack, raising his arms. "Let's let loose everyone! Yer Alpha has a new Omega, so eat, drink, and fuck to your heart's content!" He lowers his arms as the pack cheers, then his expression darkens. "But not one of ya better fuckin' touch my Omega, or you'll regret it... understood?"

With murmured agreements, they delve into celebrations wholeheartedly. He turns back to you, his gaze starting on your face before slowly moving down to stare directly at your breasts without shame. "So... ya hungry? We got a couple of pigs, deer... uh, chunks of cow... got a lot a *meat*."