His family was in shambles it seemed, between the war, deaths, and no one seeming to have an interest in the females. He worried for the sake of his pack, his marriage as well. But he couldn't step on the toes of Hawthorne again, not after having lost his allies. As it turns out, Irina and her fallen Delta had killed parents of some adult children in Amberbjorne, Hawthorne, and Dawnshire. This only sparked their fire it seemed, the snake scaled lady he saw on the battlefield had dethroned Irina. And Wendigo had done his duty, he had impregnated the Sindri Queen, but what he didn't count on was her wanting to keep the leeches. He had sent Kublai out to recover them, and came back with quite a story of anger and flames on her side. There would have to be some sort of squaring away with that.
Wendigo was now happily with the Hawthorne girl, which didn't surprise him much. He was just happy the boy was spreading his seed, and had some legitimate children on the way. Balerion had claimed the other Hawthorne girl, a Princess. All of his pack members were coupling up, and without a fight. It made him happy to know the autumn and winter would be filled with new family and happy children. The pack would be bursting with members. Speaking of, he wanted to create more with his mate. He thought of Elden and Haladki. His and Sorayas children who had passed in the battle, he wondered if she would be alright with having more children.
The Dane Kings love for his wife could not be matched, he would harm any who even looked at her the wrong way. He wondered what Aethelflaed was up to. Surely she would be causing mayhem in Hawthorne, as she was raised. Tarbens ways were foreign to most outsiders, and Beartooth knew that. He wondered, if the Hawthorne girls were already producing half Tarben pups . . . He didn't have much time to dwell on the thought, Soraya had called him. He rose from the rocky cliff he had perched on, wanting some time to think and reflect.
A smile cast on his face as he came to the den they shared, he nuzzled into her neck. "Hello, my beloved Queen." He said softly, before looking to meet her gaze. "The pack will soon be bursting with pregnant women, do you wish to be as well like I had spoken of at the meeting?" He asked her, his smile not fading. He was impatient as it had been a while, but he was not about to push her into anything. He only wanted to bare more children, and now that he was tied to Soraya and loyal only to her, his needs were growing . . .
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE." Brother of Bastian & Bones |
| Tied to Soraya | Father of Many | King of Tarben | Metalhead |
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