Pontchartrain (& Maurepas):
Like everyone else, Pontchartrain returned to Tarben after the war was ended with a truce. He, like many other wolves had done, carried a now deceased child of Beartooth’s back to Tarben. His russian blue bodice gently placed Arvin, the son of Rayne and Beartooth, on the pile and returned to his spot near Beartooth and his mate, Skadi. Soon enough, Beartooth released their children from that damned ice cage, and half of them immediately reported to his side – Dwyn, Eyre, and Maurepas, the boy being slower and quieter than his sisters. Atla, Cascade, and Malaren had yet to follow, but they’d likely approach soon enough. Blood stained Ponty’s maw from his kill, and surely, it stained Skadi’s maw too. After all, he saw her rip that leg off of the Hawthorne boy. ”You look sexy as always, Skadi.” He almost purred in her ear, attempting to rub against her side as a small tease before the meeting started.
Beartooth began the meeting with a farewell speech to all those victims of the war. Ponty’s sea blue eyes watched as Balerion set them aflame. A new female also entered the meeting, by the name of Aurora. The russian blue male gave a simple nod as a greeting just before Beartooth beckoned all the unclaimed women approach the pedestal. Pontchartrain watched as Eyre almost bounded up to the pedestal. To be completely honest, he was concerned by her excitability. Sure, she seemed completely up for supporting Tarben’s ways, but was a little too enthusiastic. Dwyn gave a little more trouble, staying put for a bit until Ponty nudged her. She needed to go and do her due diligence to Tarben. A sigh left her maw as she was the last to approach the pedestal. Ponty assumed that Atla and Cascade would comply as well, just not to the same level of enthusiasm as miss Eyre did.
Soon enough, the women were being claimed, including prisoners. However, Ponty could not help but feel bad as he watched Eyre’s expression sadden as males chose everyone but her. Soon it got to a point that it was just Cascade, Eyre, and Guinevere up there. The russian blue male nudged Maurepas. Ponty knew of his son’s nature – silent and introverted, but caring just like his father. Maurepas picked up the hint, speaking softly. ”I’ll take Guinevere…” His lake blue eyes tried to meet the pregnant female for a second before he side-stepped away from his family and made room for her at his side.

Dwyn:
Dwyn was very annoyed at this whole meeting. Upon the word “claim” to leave King Beartooth’s maw, the albino lass sighed and refused to move until her father nudged her to go. Another annoyed sigh left her maw as she made her way up to the pedestal. That was when the “bidding” started. It did not surprise her when she was one of the first sisters to be picked, after all, she knew she was pretty. She was albino like Atla and Cascade, however, her eyes were that of a violet color, a unique mix of her mother’s red and her father’s blue. But of course it had to be by a super cocky male…Ares, was his name? He tried to claim both Lova and her, but the lucky princess had a male endowed with peacock feathers come in and sweep her off her feet. Why did Dwyn have to be stuck with this asswipe?
She jumped down from the pedestal before slowly making her way to Ares, all the while watching as Lova got a luxury treatment from this stranger. Her violet eyes stayed to the snowy ground, refusing to meet those of Ares. Dwyn did not like the Tarben lifestyle, the way that she essentially was treated like such an object. And surely with this man whose ego was probably much larger than what he was compensating for, this had to be hell. Her violet eyes looked over to her father, whom remained stoic and never made eye contact once this albino lass was claimed. Did he not care? She knew her mother likely would not care, because she was Dane through and through, being the daughter of Beartooth, after all. Dwyn grumbled once she reached Ares side, looking away from him.

Eyre:
Eyre, the daughter who looked most alike their father, watched as her siblings were claimed, and even as Maurepas had claimed Guinevere himself. Eyre’s lake blue eyes rimmed with her mother’s hueless red scanned the audience of males, hoping, just hoping, for someone to claim her. At this point, she did not care. Frankly, all she wanted was someone who wanted her. Her eyes wandered to Dwyn, whom looked annoyed to be with Ares, but Eyre would die to be in her position. She felt tears well in her eyes but did her best to fight them back. No Dane wanted a crybaby as a claim, no. They wanted strong women. That’s why all the strong women were chosen first…her mind flooded with thoughts such as these as she waited, no, yearned for someone to choose her.

Actions & Words.