PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

The Dane King had successfully taken hold of Hawthornes darling whatever-her-name, and the man of Amberbjorne who so desperately tried to claim a woman married to his own cousin. He didn't quite care if they'd live or die, he just knew he'd be the last wolf they saw should they attempt to flee. Where did Phobus have to go now? His family had given him up, and cut ties with him. Hawthorne didn't even want him, the monsterous pack of Starfall and they renounced any form of care for him. But he also had this relative of Lucaya, strange thing she was. He wondered how Hawthorne would have seen his ways if things had been different. But those would be different times . . .

He traveled behind the two, in an attempt to remind them to keep going and to not stray from where he was pointing them. Just over the mountain was home, his icy eyes flicking between them both as he stayed silent most of the way. His strong brown limbs brought him down the mountain into his lands once more and once he reached the ice bank he came to a hault. "Here is good." He said, looking to the young woman. "You, what is your relationship to the crown." He asked her, his head rising up to show his status. "And what do they call you? I won't hurt you, only if you stay and do as you're told." He stayed standing, before looking to the man. A smirk hit his lips.

"You are Phobus, are you not? The man who soiled a woman on her wedding night to lay claim to her forever." He gave a hearty chuckle, his icy eyes examining him. He was perfect, muscular, handsome, and vicious eyes. He needed someone like him in his midst. "Do not think I'm coming down on you, rather I think the very presence of you here is one that will cripple our common interests. I want Hawthorne to bring me my brothers, and if they instead march with Amberbjorne and Dawnshire . . ." He grinned at him. ". . . Well, I think seeing your familiar face will do the trick of catching them off-guard and sending them into a panicked frenzy. They'll be too panicked to focus on combat, too sloppy." He shrugged his shoulders, his grin still lingering. "Not to mention, you and I seem to have a lot in common."

He held his banner high, his icy eyes changing between the two as he stood tall and proud. "I am Beartooth, father of many, husband to Soraya, and Dane King of these lands." He looked to Phobus once again. "In these lands, you are able to claim any woman you wish to have - Except of course my wife, and my ex wife. My ex wife is in a cage, and you can do with her what you will. If a female has been claimed and you still want her, you must fight for her to get her. You may have as many women as you want. Display your dominance. We allow murder, should it not be senseless." He looked back to the lass. "I can trust him. I cannot trust you, not yet. I'm smarter than that. You will be allowed to roam Tarben and Tarben only, but you must have Wendigo in your company. I will summon him to you once we get further inland." He said to her, nodding for them to move on. "Phobus, I think you'll like it here. Young lass, I hope that you like it here. I'm not heartless, and I will not harm you. But I will not allow your escape either. I want my brothers back here for their crimes, and you are the key to that since Lucaya has not yet turned them over."

Beartooth;