With a sigh, he sat back to mull over the day’s events, or lack thereof, really. He’d been over it all time and again and knew he had to be missing something. They performed the bonding ceremony precisely as depicted in the old tome. Each detail was enacted with precision. The ribbon, Ophiucus, the absolute feral all-consuming need to bury himself inside of her, then fulfilling that need. The last part was less precise but clearly required by the bond. 