PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

He had only just recently returned from the depths of Hawthorne, the graveyard of Starfall and it's bunch of vampires. Yet his mission to bring in a relative of the crown didn't go missed, but he found he had grabbed one who had not been turned. She was pure. Something made him think that she would be not just his key, but something that would bring the battles to his doors sooner than later. He wouldn't want to hurt her unless he was given an ultimatum, which could be a good possibility too.

He sighed, venturing inland as he left Phobus to his own doing and Wendigo to guard the new treasure. His only comfort right now would be in laying in bed with his wife, but first he needed to bathe. His body dropped into a small broken area of ice, letting the cold water wash over him. His head came up, breathing for air. The cold no longer bothered him. As he came back up onto the ice, he shook out his fur. The silence of the lands was so utterly peaceful, until the sound of pups came to his audits. He knew all too well that his wife was not due yet . . .

His brown paws brought him to the sounds, of course. Larentia. He lowered an ice spear, before venturing in and closing it back up. His icy eyes watched over the once again mother of his children, though his child wouldn't even dare call her a mother. He lowered his head, looking over the three she produced as he stayed silent. Suddenly, his silence broke. "You're not keeping them. I'm holding to my promise, they're going to be forged as my children and mine alone." He looked to her. "I hold no love in my heart for you. And once they are ripped from you after they don't need you, you will be used again and again by my men. I acquired a new one, but I don't quite know yet if you're even his type." He smirked, looking back down at them. "What names do you curse them with, slave?"

Beartooth;