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There was a part of Kjalarr that prayed he was imagining the scent. Prayed to whatever Gods were listening that it was just ...stuck in his nose from his tango with the stranger. He would never know if his seed took hold and that didn't particularly bother the Jarl. Saltwinter's numbers were small and they could not support any offspring his ...adventures produced. In fact, he kind of really enjoyed it. For him it was the best of both worlds. He got great sex, and with any luck got to spread the Loðbrók genes without the commitment. It was like a 'Get Out Jail Free' card. It was no wonder why his father had done the same thing. Saltwinter was Kjalarr's baby and he gave ruling the pack his (mostly) undivided attention.

Kjalarr knew that it was not a lingering scent in his nostrils. Not even the burn of sea salt could eradicate the intoxicating scent that teased and tempted him. Out of morbid curiosity he followed it, finding it's source, Ondine near the thundering of the waves. Part of him wanted to order her to hide herself in the deepest, most secluded cavern of The Grotto, away from the noses of the other males but the part of him that wanted to cash in his breeding rights as Alpha were stronger. He wondered for a moment if Odinn was testing him and how he was going to fail. Yet, their Fates were already written and he could scent that her heat had not yet been tainted by any other male's claim. He would be her first in her receptive stage and if he had any say (and Kjalarr liked to think he had a lot of say) the only.

The Viking offered her no words as he approached, only a heavy stare and a building spark of desire in his eyes, watching how she would take his brazen advance.