Ankyra Sound Bubblegu[m] bitch

The Jarl had spoken, less of a suggestion and more of a demand in the guise of a suggestion. As no one would be getting his permission to breed with her he did not want them anywhere near her while she was receptive. Part of the desire was extremely selfish and part of him lashed out at her clear rejection. He was unable to understand why she would not want him. He was healthy. He was strong. He was the Jarl. It did not occur to him that Saltwinter, small as they were, was not in a real fit state for rearing pups but that would come much later. For now, there was little else but the Gamma and him. Ondine's mood changed quickly, quick enough that it gave Kjalarr some clarity moments before she began her approach, her tail fanning her scent that moments ago she had tried to conceal from him. “Do not tease me, woman,” The Viking warned her as she neared another step. “If you do not want me, if you do not want this, you go to the deepest part of The Grotto.” It was her last chance to change her mind. If Ondine did not leave then he would not hold back from accepting her invitation and answering the call of her body.