Odin slightly panicked as he let the realization of his eye missing hit. But it could not stay for long, for his father and Lucaya had made a truce – each pack were to take a princess from the other and Phobus were to not leave Tarben. Odin complied with these rules, and once the packs sided with Hawthorne cleared the field, Odin picked up the corpse of his one sister, Huginn, and motioned for his adopted brother, Mori, to get Muninn. The brute then headed back to Tarben with the rest of his family and fellow pack members. Upon reaching the pack, Odin put his half sister onto the pile of corpses, a majority of which were his half-siblings. However, this did not bother the Nordic prince. He was of age now to claim a female in the lands. He needed to live up to his father’s expectations.

Balerion soon set the bodies aflame after Beartooth gave the deceased a proper, Norse goodbye. Odin himself repeated the final words his father had said to himself, more at a whisper level. ”Till Valhalla.” The dark brown brute noticed his father’s attention drift to a newcomer approaching the meeting circle, his good eye having a hard time focusing, however, still stayed locked on. He felt his jaw drop open slightly at her beauty, but he quickly recovered. The female looked to be made of that Borealis Odin so admired when it came around. She spoke her name, ”Aurora,” and although it was clear her thoughts were distracted, Odin’s ears picked up her melodious voice. Odin was broken out of his stupor by his father commanding all the females step onto a podium of ice that Beartooth had created. Without hesitation, many did, and then began the claiming, which in fact happened much faster than Odin had expected.

The prisoners were claimed by Balerion and Wendigo, and Balerion’s old mate was sent back up to the stand. Lova and Dwyn were both beckoned by Ares, and that was when another new member stepped in and took Lova, bashing Ares behavior in the process. Once that ordeal was finished, Odin spoke up quickly, his voice husky, yet confident. ”Aurora is mine. Take to my side.” His split heterochromic eye would fail to notice that faint pink line connecting the two of them until she would step off the pedestal and make her way towards him, however, his attention would not be dragged away for that long. When she finally made it to his side, he’d attempt to make eye contact with the beauty and speak at a volume louder than a whisper but not loud enough that everyone would hear. ”Welcome to Tarben, Aurora. I am Odin, son of Beartooth and Soraya.” He paused and spoke once more, this time at a whisper so only she would hear. ”I am blessed that you have crossed my path.” His head motioned to the faint pink thread connecting both of their chests.

After that interaction, Odin turned his attention back to the meeting, observing as multiple others claimed after him – Redd, Mori, and his nephew, Maurepas.

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