PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

His meeting of his children was simply just the dawn of his age, his baby boom. Larentia had bore his children once again, and soon Rayne would follow - And then Soraya. He was ecstatic to have children with his mate, they wouldn't be just any ordinary children of his either. They'd be Princes and Princesses. Born of love, of royalty, and of the Dane ways. Of course there was also still the matter of his children in Amberbjorne, but he soon would find them.

His audits perked at the sound of a call for him at his borders, someone familiar. Irina. Of course he hadn't forgotten about her, he had only not seen her since the night they laid together. If she was calling, then she had to of had some news for him. If not . . . Then she had his children. He was eager to see their faces, their characteristics. He nearly flew to the borders, sprinting in pure happiness.

Irina was a friend, a good one at that. He knew he could talk to her, and she was a strong ally. He came to his borders, a smile on his face. "Hello, Irina." He said to her, before turning his attention to the children. "Hello, my children." He grinned at them, sliding onto his belly. He looked at Irina once more. "What are their names?" He asked, before looking to them once more. "They're wonderful . . . Are they like you, or are they Dane?"

Beartooth;