Surprisingly, it did not take long for Redd to be answered at the borders. His dark blue eyes caught onto a brown figure running his way. A smirk fell onto Redd’s maw, which slowly turned into a straight, serious face as the young male noticed the massive size of this wolf. Surely, this was the alpha. Redd stood tall, but still felt tiny in comparison to this male with icy blue eyes. "I am King Beartooth, this is Tarben, Dane land.” The alpha started, stoicism apparent in his expression. Redd could tell this male was a force to be reckoned with, but it still did not frighten him. However, it excited him. He listened as Beartooth continued. ”What is your name, and what do you seek? If it is a home, then granted. You will be a Dane, and Dane men may take as many women as they want. You can claim any woman, aside from my wife and the one in the cage - The one in the cage is a prisoner and is able to be used as a pup maker to everyone’s liking. To claim an already taken woman, you must fight who claimed her. Murder is free in our snowcapped hills, as long it is not petty.” As Redd listened, a mischievous grin grew on his face as Beartooth spoke of taking whatever women that a man desired. His body desired for such a closeness to a woman…his dark blue eyes with their own snow glimmered in anticipation. Beartooth spoke once more before Redd could. ”So what say you, are you Dane?” Redd’s smile widened enough that his fangs appeared on one side of his maw. ”The name’s Redd, and I am indeed looking for a home. Based on your laws, I want to be a Dane.” His banner waved softly as he peered inside the borders. He did not see many wolves walking around…and without a filter, Redd asked. ”King Beartooth…” he paused, his ears flicking inward to the lands as he stepped forwards, and ultimately to Beartooth’s side. ”Where might I find…females that have not been claimed…and females who have not pupped recently…?” The hormones were flying through this male’s body and brain. The idea of any woman…the young male wanted the feeling of intercourse. Craved it, even. Redd obviously knew the consequences of mating: pups. Was Redd fully responsible to take care of pups? Nope. Not like he cared, that was part of the female’s job. To nurse, nurture, and raise them. Redd would not mind hunting…that was always fun. But the young male, having grown without a father for most of his life up to this point, it seemed like that was the normal thing to do. Perhaps the Dane thing to do, even. ”Beartooth?” He spoke, looking to him for a second before back out to the pack lands. ”I assume you are a father to many children. Do you tend to them?” Actions & Words.
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