PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

The very presence of these children meant the world to him. Irina was not a cold bitch like Elara, who likely didn't even care about his children. She seemed more happy with them, more pleased that she was a mother. Then again, he didn't have to make her fold for him. She was eager, she was pleased, and now she held his children in her paws. His icy eyes were stuck on the babies, each of them resembling him more and more.

"This one, this one is Kruam, and then there's Kára and Rambaldi. Here’s Marigold, and Pyro. When they were born, Marigold was coordinated enough to procure a spike of ice." He smiled at the names of each of them, and the remark of his daughter. "As for whether they’re Danes? That, we’ll have to see." The cream child stepped towards him, her confidence daring as he watched her. She had Irinas eyes, and a light shade of the womans own pelt - Kara.

He smiled at her as she spoke. "What are "Danes" papa?" He looked from Irina to his child. "Well, young Kara. Danes are often seen as invaders, but in reality we are strong warriors hell bent on conquering lands." He said softly to her, his head low to meet eye-level with her as he laid. "I want to be a Dane!" Little Kara yelled as the Dane King chuckled. "I am a Dane, and your very name is Dane, as is your blood. Kara is one of the Valkyries, the stormy one, who carries souls to the afterlife." He said softly before looking to Irina as she pulled Marigold in. He chuckled at the two as he rose to his feet once more.

"What’s new in your lands?" Just as he was about to reply, Marigold spoke up. ”Momma, I want to pway!” He looked to his daughter, and then back to Irina with a smile. "If she wants to venture in, she'll be okay. Maybe she'll meet Skadi." He said to her, before looking to Tarben. "No one hurts my children here, I do not permit it . . . Other than that, it's been quite eventful here." He looked back to Irina, his fur soaking in the water of her rainy cloud. His face fell into a more serious form. "I started a war against Hawthorne, should they notice the sister of the crown is missing along with their prisoner they sealed in a cave to starve and rot. They have my brothers, and they've committed crimes under my law." He said, his icy eyes stayed on her with a small smile. "I was hoping the presence of you and our children could mean something - An alliance. Your pack and mine, should war break out around Starfall we'd have eachothers backs." He said.

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