One of Blackthorne's motto was that the strong could take care of themselves. It is why he was not worried when any of his wolves disappeared to explore Molodian. If they got into a huff then they would have to figure it out. He had belief that they would do so or at least learn from failing, though he frowned upon such things. Still, he had failed and risen as a pup and sometimes things happened. Despite his dominance, even he understood that. In his early years when it was just he and Zharko, their dominance battles had not been equal. Both had one or lost until, with time, Thorne persevered and the balance had begun to tip in his favor. It helped that Zharko had begun to accept his role as the follower rather than the leader.

Still, the winter months had scrambled his normal thinking, pushing him into overdrive. While he felt the need to mate and to dominant, he also felt a desire to protect. Certainly not coddle, never that, but it is why he carries the meat to Gazmala same as he would to Eve later. If she carried his spawn then he would help provide as his instincts dictated. Blackthorne had not really sat back and considered what having two broods would mean. Or, well, having ANY brood would mean.

When the time came and the pups arrived, only then would he consider what needed to be done. For now he was in a state of flux, both furious at the world and prepared to bring it to heel. Gazmala was a temptress. She sparked the monster in him each time they met since the cold set in. Likely it was her own hormones yet the moment she flicked her tail and raced off, well, the snake was on her tail with a salivating mouth. He was not shy in his possession yet one could never accuse the Darkbringer of being shy about anything.

Neither could they with Mala. She smirks as he presses forward, her tail waving slowly, so assured of her own self. She had proven herself loyal and worthy of his attentions. Strong and cunning, just what he desired, so it was no wonder he had chosen her along with Eve for this winter. She moves opposite of him, rubbing her length down him and he responds with a low growl, pleased but filled with desire, though as she pauses with her tail lifted he finally notices it. The change.

His growls turns into one of frustration though he is still pleased by this. Frustration as he has been thwarted from his hormones. He is thrown out of it though when she slaps her tail across his face and on top of his head and he nips at her tail roughly, though amused by her antics. He spins around her back end to creep up her other side, nose still rubbing through her fur and marking her still more. "Careful, Gazmala, or I might take it back. I grow hungry and need a distraction." He gives her a long-suffering sigh though it is slightly in jest. "It is for you. And now, I suppose, for our success." Why did he make success sound disappointing? Ah, because he had enjoyed the making of success. "Is this your first brood?" The question is curious, as he had never asked, not in the same manner as he had with Eve. Before Gazmala arrived he had never known her - she had come from far and wide, whereas Eve had been a part of Glorall since his birth.

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