PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

His mindset had been a mix between anger that he needed to release on a number of wolves, between Larentias insolence, and finding his brothers who simply couldn't obey. He'd bring them all to their knees before him. His eyes watched the lands, he had grown bored of Larentia. At this point she would be nothing more than something for his soldiers to play with after training or battle. His options were beginning to dwindle, Larentia was pregnant, so was Irina, and all he had left was Soraya but she was not around as of late.

He sighed, feeling the need to take some of his energy out. He jolted from his den, the icy he kicked up behind him scattering around. He slowed as he rounded the borders, something feminine scented was nearby. His large body hunkered down behind a tree, just as he saw the form. She was backing away from a spear shaped stick, his eyes widened as he realized what the lass was trying to do.

He tore from the tree towards her, his massive body tackling into her and knocking her to the ground before she could move. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked, his voice panicked. "Why would you try to kill yourself? And in my lands?" He questioned her. "There is no reason ever at all for you to do that to yourself. Do you know where my people say you would go to in the afterlife? You'd be in Helheim with Hel herself. That is not an honorable way to die." He said gruffly. "My name is Beartooth, King of Tarben whos soil you stand on. What do they call you, and why did you want to die on my lands?"

Beartooth;