Stavanger Bay i learnt long ago

it occurs to wintersbane that this season, perhaps, he should be less flippant with how many and who he bedded. older and less wild meant it was time to stop chasing after every stranger who sought to sate burning passions in the throes of night. plenty of women, yes; he agrees. but this year i desire to put thought into the children i sire. none of his children had been anything but ‘heat of the moment’ and that was what it was. especially as i desire children with a purpose beyond sating my own fevered passions. a terse smile is given and a soft roll of his eyes at his reckless youth.

i will scout it out and if i can not recruit loners to stormbound then their lingering will be met with my teeth. the idea that loners were flippantly using the hunting grounds he’d established for his ( their ) wolves grates at his nerves and stokes the hotly burning fires of possessiveness.