Today's the day, his daughter's would unite the packs. He was completely and utterly overjoyed knowing they were actually happy with who they chose, knowing they were in love and the boys were too. His original plan to marry them off had made him feel guilt originally, him and Lucaya had known it would be for the best interest of the pack to find allies and what better and strongers than one of marriage?

He had spent the day cleaning himself, his scales had began to get dry and flaky from the cold air. He groomed them, and under all the dead skin was shiny new legs scaled legs. He was quite happy that they were only on his front legs, fearing that they'd be too much for him to manage on his own. He used to be one for not settling down, as it was what he was trained to do when he fought Guildans war - And even when he did settle down with his daughters mother he wasn't allowed to. She was killed for his weakness.

He never did forget those women he was forced onto . . . But this wasn't the day to think of that. His strong limbs carried him just to the treeline of the clearing, seeing that both grooms, their family, and the Queen were there. He nodded before trailing back to retrieve his daughter's. He smiled at them, the beautiful women they had become. He felt pride, he had done right. He gently nuzzled both of them before placing a flower necklace made of violet asters and orange leaves around their necks. "I am so proud of both of you, and so happy for you. Today you two are finding your happiness in this world. Take it to wherever it may take you." He said softly to them before turning to have them on each side of him.

Together they waltzed to the clearing, his proud heart overcoming his emotions as he felt tears in his eyes. He fought them back the best he could before pausing to let the girls stand beside their fiances. He sat next to the parents from Amberbjorne, looking to the mother. "Thank you for raising such a wonderful son, Yesimire is quite happy and that's all I could ever ask for." He whispered to them. His eyes looked to her husband, knowing he wasn't the blood father of the sons but he still dipped his head in appreciation. Quickly his expression changed as he made eye contact, and he whispered once more. "You . . . You look very familiar." It couldn't be . . . Could it? He was rumored to be a war man himself. That's when it hit him, his acidic eyes widened as his jaw hung open. "You were Hallenas boy . . ." He paused, his head swirling with mixed emotions as he remembered her . . . "You're my son!"Vladimir yelled in a hushed tone, trying to still remain quiet. He shook his head, blinking violently as he tried to hide his emotions on this very emotional day. "We need to talk after the wedding." He turned quickly, forcing his attention to the Queen and his daughter's as he clamped his jaws shut so tightly he feared they'd break.