The russian blue hued male patrolled the borders, a habit he had developed just in the past few days. Beartooth had been responding to all of the wolves wandering into or intending to join these lands…all of whom were females. Their mixed scents and Beartooth’s stunk up the borders. Pft. Pontchartrain did respect the fact that Beartooth wanted a large, Dane army with his blood, however, Ponty’s views on mating were much more reserved. In fact, Ponty doubted he would pick up those habits, that is, taking any girl he desired and fighting over females with other men. But, he did have to admit, he could not get Princess Skadi off his mind. She was beautiful, a being made of pure snow fur and eyes as brilliant as rubies…surely she was an ice elemental like the king. He and Skadi…could truly make snow babies, in the sense of ice and mist together.

What was he thinking? The male shook his head to dismiss the thoughts. He did not want to make the wrong impression. Although, thinking about it, based on such the high ranking Ponty was awarded upon joining, let alone, the same ranking as the princess, there must have been a reason…right? His silver eyes scanned the surrounding, snowy and icy lands. Ahead he saw two shadowy figures, and instinctively, he expelled enough mist around him to make himself nearly invisible as he always did. Not even moments later, he got the whiff of Beartooth and another female, both hormones raging. Great… Ponty thought, and without hesitation, he turned inward to Tarben. The russian blue male had enough of patrolling today, and it seemed that Beartooth had it under control with his usual, sexual antics.

He made his way inland, headed towards his own den. He had conveniently chosen a den closer to that of Skadi and Beartooth. Thankfully, Beartooth’s den did not reek of pheromones, but man Ponty had picked up on Skadi’s. His eyes widened, feeling his blood rush throughout his body. It was then when Pontchartrain sort of understood the primal urge to reproduce…he had never felt it before. ”Skadi?” The male called out, assuming that the albino princess was in her den – that’s where the strong smell was coming from, anyways. Plus, it would make sense that a female teenager would be hiding away in their den. But Ponty dare not look into the den, as he did not want to come off as a pervert or stalker. But damn, it was hard not to. He sat down quickly outside her den, a “thump” making that clearly obvious, despite snow having the ability to muffle sounds. In addition, he let down his mist barrier – making himself visible once more. ”I- I- would like to speak with you.” He said, starting with a very minimal stutter. ”About our duties as Betas.” He further explained, his stutter having completely disappeared and a sense of confidence filling in his vocals.

Was that really the reason? Partly – Skadi had likely talked with her father a lot, at least from what Pontchartrain had assumed, and Ponty wanted to get her perspective on her father’s expectations. But the main reason however, was that Ponty felt that same gut feeling he did when he first approached Tarben’s lands, in addition to the primal urge he was feeling. Pontchartrain was not as sinful and prone to sexual desire overtaking as Beartooth though, the russian blue hued male at least would make sure the attraction was mutual. He waited patiently, either for Skadi to come out of her den or walk over to him if she was not in her den.

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