Despite the sea of people who crowded into the Pack House, Taiga's presence was undeniable. His strong and charismatic profile distinguished him from everyone else in Tuzi's loving eyes.
His frame, tall and powerful, was draped in layers of elegant wedding robes, each one embroidered and lined with the finest stitch work in the nation.
He was the type of handsome that was rugged and smoldering, and Tuzi blushed prettily under his tender gaze.
It was an understatement to say that he took her breath away.
The same could be iterated by Taiga, as he gaped lovingly at his Luna through hazy eyes.
Dressed in traditional red wedding robes of silk and satin, Tuzi was a vision of golden embroidery, the intricate patterns telling the tale of the New Moon Tribe and the Silver Moon Clan's union.
Every stitch was made to accentuate and compliment her form in all the right places. This detail was not missed on the groom, whose gaze turned heated as his eyes scanned her delicious frame.
