Thunder Dome three wise men

Knowing now that the dragoness had found a place for her prospect tribe to settle Frostrar had clung to the territory, making his presence known and strong along it's would be borders, urinating in markers and rubbing his scent on landmarks. This was not an official claim yet, the dragoness had her work cut out for her still but while it remained her desire the stoic Scandinavian would keep to his word and defend it as if it were already theirs. He did not know the dragoness well enough to say his loyalty was paramount to her but the truth was this was nothing if not beneficial to the both of them and this alone gave the viking no reason to betray her trust in him. Despite almost getting herself strewn into pieces by not just one but two cougars he felt some sort of loyalty to her ...and it would be enough until things became more official. For now, he operated under the impression that she was his only leader and thus fancied himself as her second of sorts. Whether this was true or not he didn't know ...or much care. As far as he was concerned he'd been pledged before she even had a place in mind and to the northman this meant he had dominance over any of the others she accepted into their fold.

The scent of the known to Frostrar only as “boisterous” the ebony male whom had stood with Asterr and him against the cats laced with that of a stranger and without consciously making the decision to follow it the Viking made his way towards the two males regardless. It did not take long to find them — stark against the snow as they were. Like Boisterous and himself this other male was built like a brute and the Berserker let out a soft snort as Boisterous grilled the other male. It seemed that the dainty little dragoness enjoyed her men to be hulks, for all of three of them were of the same stature. Scarred lips parted in a coy (albeit handsome) smirk as he contemplated this for a moment before he shrugged from his place among the shadows, holding both of them in his fiery gaze, his tail lifted over his back in his own display of dominance. 

For a brief moment he was reminded of when he was a pup and he would display his dominance by refusing to let his siblings eat what Nerian brought back to them and that no matter how many times he was punished he kept doing it. This was the same thing, the same utter lack of care for what they would think of him for it. As far as he was concerned he was the highest in their unofficial ranking because he'd been with Asterr for the longest (or rather this was what he assumed but either way couldn't begin to care if his assumption was true or not). He answered to Asterr only. It was that plain and simple. “She does not have to introduce us to every new face she recruits,” she didn't introduce you and I Frostrar's gaze spoke to Boisterous (Jolon), before he turned to the new ebony male (Nocturna). “Well? Do you know the dragoness or not?” The Scandinavian demanded in his soft spoken, accented voice.