PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

"I think we can. . . . She isn't as bad anymore. We can most certainly get her back here. It may take a while; her leg is horribly gashed. She would love to see you, though." The Dane King nodded his head to them, then looked to Skadi. He nodded to her, and she lowered her ice spikes as they ventured off to find their mother and bring her in. How amusing it was to see them again, and how delightful was it that they were back. He'd surely make them into fine soldiers if they stayed and didn't wrong him.

His icy stare turned to that of an elderly woman, with antlers on her cranium. Her head dipped to him, and words spilled from her jaws. "My name is Eliška. I am looking to I join your pack." He gave a small smile to her and a nod. "I am Beartooth, you are welcome here so long as you understand we are a Dane land. We will have rules, laws, and we will be a family. We will not allow harm to come to you, elderly one. I would like to bestow the title of Gamma to you." He spoke, his voice it's normal gruff and deep but seemingly soft.

His attention quickly turned to the sound of three wolves, and a scent he knew all too well. The albinoess stared at her daughter Skadi, her clone, just before those colorless eyes bore into his. A smirk picked up around Beartooths lips. "Welcome home, Larentia." He spat, his eyes not breaking her own stare. "Didn't I tell you what would happen if you left?" He stomped his paw into the rocky throne he sat on, spikes of ice shooting up around Larentia. If she wasn't hurt enough to move out of its grasps she would be right outside of it.

"You could have been my Queen, but instead you chose to lie to my face and run like a coward - Like I wouldn't catch up to you." He growled, his face flashing in a snarl before his expression went blank, quickly he regained his proper posture. "Larentia, I sentence you to life imprisonment for abandoning your mate, your child, and for running from your owner. You will remain in a cell made of ice and contained for the rest of your life from this day forward. If you at some point find an escape, I will kill you." He turned to his son, Boiko, and daughter Nadia. "As for you two, you are welcome to stay as Danes, or run as cowards once more. Boiko, you can find yourself some lovely women to keep your den warm with. Nadia, you could become something, someone, find yourself a reputable Dane man. You could both become something, or run and be nothing." His eyes stayed on them and didn't waver as he spoke, or as Skadi spoke to them. "Or be nothing like mother."

Beartooth quickly looked to the pack members. "Welcome all of you. I am Beartooth, King of these lands - Tarben. My daughter over there is Princess Skadi. While I am very happy to see you all and moved deeply by you all, I want to let all of my cards out on the table now." He rose to his feet, crown and banner waived high in the air proudly. "Our laws are the following, men may take as many women as they want. If you want a woman, and she is another mans, you fight for her. Winner will claim her, as a mate or a slave - She will decide after combat. I will allow murder, so long as it is not senseless. If we do not die in combat we do not reach Valhalla. All of you, from this day forward, are Danes!" He smiled, looking to each of them. "I would like to say that we will have bounties, to earn higher ranks you will have to bring in wanted wolves. Top priority will be a man named Bones, and a man named Bastian. Should my slave or her two whelps run, they too will have bounties." His eyes flicked to Larentia, and then to the rest of the pack. "We will all be a family, and respect each other as shield brothers and sisters."

Beartooth;