"I am going to wed-hing you when we get back to the tribe." I jerk the fur off my head, gaping at him. "You what?" S'bren gestures at the fur. "You cover your head. We will do the ceremony when we get back to your people. I will show you that I take no other to be my mate, pleasure or otherwise. You are my P'nee and I want no one else. So I will wed-hing you."
