The russian blue male was much more nervous than he wanted to admit, but it seemed his façade of confidence helped him out, at least to himself. Skadi could tell that he was flustered, but Ponty refused to admit it. His steel gray eyes watched Skadi as she smiled. Oh, her smile was fitting to her face. He felt a rush of endorphins, and he determined at this point he liked to make her smile. When he mentioned his nickname, Skadi picked it up with ease. ”Okay, Ponty.” This caused him to smile in return, before he realized he had to admit the primary reason as to why he was here. This caused him to be flustered, obviously.

But as he spoke, Skadi was respectful, kept eye contact up until he started walking towards her side and rear, which is when a soft giggle left her maw. His steely eyes looked back to see that her had fallen with the laugh. But upon meeting her hueless, yet red eyes, a smirk found it’s way onto her lips and her tail arching over her lower back that appeared to mesh with the snow as she sat. ”What a strange way to ask me if I’ll be your first…” Her voice was taunting. Ponty took this time to come back up her side, giving a small sneer at the tease. Sure, it would be his first time, but after all the courage he had to gather, it blew the flame of his ego out a bit.

Just as he was about to respond, her eyes once met his again and yet again another smile on his face. It left him speechless, but thankfully she spoke so the silence was not too loud. ”Are you seeking to claim me, or simply pup me? Either way, I will let you. Though if you claim me, be ready to fight off any other men.” Ponty nodded. ”Of course. Your father laid those rules out-“ He was cut short by Skadi walking into her den, her hormones ever prevalent as she waltzed in with her tail tightly over her back. Skadi knew what she was doing, and frankly, she was quite a tease. “…quite clearly.” he finished, slowly walking towards her den himself.

She looked back and spoke once more. ”Do with me what you will, claim me if you wish. I don’t object.” If Ponty had eyebrows, one would surely have raised at her willingness. Carrying pups was a heavy burden, that was for sure, but the russian blue male figured it was the potential fate of the pack that influenced her willingness. Ponty made his way into her den and brushed up her side, whispering in her ear. ”I would like to claim you Skadi, as mine.” He then looped around the front of her, allowing his tail to brush lightly underneath her chin, before he walked around to her rear. He positioned himself, grabbed Skadi’s scruff with his maw, and began.

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The russian blue male got off Skadi, checking her scruff. Most of him hoped that he did not injure her, but that other part of him hoped she was marked by his teeth so that it was another sign that she was claimed. But surely, Skadi would have his scent intermingled with hers…Ponty felt a sense of pride. He gently walked up Skadi’s side, sitting next to her. Pontchartrain glanced over, almost checking on the princess. He hoped she was okay. The russian blue male wasn’t the gentlest due to his anticipation, after all. ”You alright, Princess?” He spoke, his baritone voice soft, but showing concern for the albino lass.

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