PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

His heart had began to pound, just thinking of the things he could have with her. The children, the life, maybe even a happy ending . . . He quickly snapped his mindset out of that, surely she didn't want that - Or did she? Her jealous tongue when she brought up Larentia, tracking him down to find him here after so long. Some things began to connect in his brain, and all he could do was keep his eyes on her. The beauty of her in the moonlight, she was as gorgeous as the night he had first seen her. The russets of her fur with ebony stilts, the whites that tipped her tail. What could he say, the Dane liked the rare breeds - And he had never seen such a lass like Soraya. Even if this was what her species looked like primarily, he adored it on her so much more. And if they produced children, oh he could only imagine the beasts they'd have. They would take the world by storm.

He had asked her for their night under the stars, something that had meant so much to him over time with her. After all these months, she was always on his brain. "Oh Beartooth, I would love that night under the stars.." Her soft words made him grin, once again she spoke his name and he loved how it came out of her lips. He watched her as he mentioned his want to impregnate her, the want for them to have children together. Most times he would just hide his intentions of that, save it for if the female would become pregnant. But with her, it was so much easier to speak his mind. Who knew, maybe she was into that sort of thing. "Only if you can promise me one thing.." She pulled her cranium away from his neck and his icy orbs fell into her gaze. "Anything . . ." He said softly.

"If I am to concieve your pups, they will be made soldiers of your pack. I will never abandon Tarben, and you can use me to have pups at anytime you want. I understand under your rule, any male can take any female. But I don't want anyone else - I want you. Only you. I'm not sure if we'll even be able to concieve, I hope to the Gods we are.. I want to give you all you want Beartooth, and you can hold me to my promise." His breath caught in his chest as he heard her words unwravel the very walls he had put up in his heart. As she laid down in the snowy grass, she spoke again having his full attention. "What I would like, Beartooth, is to name me sole property of you. I don't want some other male ravaging me. You can have all the girls you'd like to have pups with, expand your army and I won't get jealous. But.. I want to only be yours. You can do whatever you'd like with me."

He finally felt the breath return to his lungs, smiling. "What if I were to say you, Soraya, are more than enough for me?" He asked softly, his gruff voice rumbling in his chest. "No one else will touch you, I'll kill anyone who tries - And I will not touch another woman aside from you. The soldiers can have Larentia to use as the will. I have three brews currently cooking, but I will not give my seed to anyone else but you, Soraya." He spoke, stepping to stand over top of her as he continued. "If you'll have me - For this night for starters, I'd like for you to be mine as well as me to be yours. As you said, we can speak more of this later . . ." He murmured as his head crown fell down towards her neck. He gently licked under her jaw. "All I need is your acceptance . . ." He said softly.

Beartooth;