Horizon Ridge I'm happy and content

Pump let Ragnar have his way, knowing well that she couldn't change him or force him to do anything he did not want. She had no objections for him taking care of the children as if they were his own, performing important rites or whatever he considered necessary, yet he probably had forgotten one of Pump's conditions, when she had allowed Thistle to keep the kids. They belonged to every single member that had voted "yes". Meaning that Pump and Gavriil were just as much in charge of their fates as he was. The gentle giant would probably be willing to bend the rules and submit, but Pump wouldn't. The rule came first and then only did the mateship and any claims he had made. It was great for him to express that kind of selflessness (such as accepting the children as his own), but the wolf-dog was going to keep a close eye on his deeds in the future and was ready to stop them, if she didn't like them.

However, this was a subject for another day. They had more important matters now. "Silly, indeed," Pump agreed. She had never lived on an island, yet she hated confined spaces and that place was just like that. "If they cause any problems - they will be deep in trouble," she assured Thistle. Neither Pump, nor Ragnar were people to mess around. You either abide to the rules or were struck down.