PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

The Dane king had found himself once more, Larentia was once again in his clutches and his children had returned home. He had made something of himself. Now he just had to populate the land with his pups, grow them into warriors, and find Bones and Bastian. They would fall soon enough, and it would be by his hand. He rolled in his icy den, the cold was something he missed so much on his fur. It was time to get up, but he wanted to scout for something outside of his lands this time - women.

He only had Larentia and the elderly Eliška, that wasn't enough. He needed more in the land, more he could call his. He sighed, before he set off. His fur was coated in a soft layer of snow that dripped off as he ran. He narrowly avoided Hawthorne, coming to a stop once he hit the treeline of the hunting grounds. He stopped to catch his breath, a familiar scent trailed his nares. His audits perked and he looked to see the back of a female he hadn't seen in quite some time. The brown female, with blue eyes. His jaws picked up into a smile, as he slowly started to wonder towards her. "Irina?" He called out, wondering if she'd even remember him.

Beartooth;