PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

The Dane let the woman cuddle into him, their furs mixing into each others. He would surely have pupped her, and their whelps would be the very thing to keep them united in their kingdoms. Her voice rang out in his head. "Beartooth . . . Something's changed about me, that I don't know what to do with, I can make clouds come and go, and I even almost made it rain yesterday because I wanted rain. . . . I was so scared, which never happens, and I just-sent it away. Have you ever heard of this?" He looked to her with a smile.

"I have it too, Irina - But with snow and ice." He said to her as he rose to his feet. "Let me show you . . . " He stared at a stag that wandered alone, a cloud rumbled above as it covered the sun and began to let snow fall. The snow turned violent, wiping across the field around the deer. " . . . And the ice." He stomped his foot on the ground, ice spikes shot up and impaled the deer - Killing it instantly. He looked back to her as the ice spikes fell and the storm began to disappear. "I hope you're hungry." He smiled at her.

Beartooth;