Ragnar had suggested to his wolves during the processes of relocating to keep it internal to the pack only for while it wasn’t necessarily a secret there was a defied part of the Northman that did not want Majesty to catch wind of. Naturally, with time, the scent borders of Horizon Ridge would fade without the wolves that once inhabited the plagued lands with their territorial urine markings; if the silence did not alert the Isle wolves’ curiosity first. Lips twitched in a mirthless smirk as he contemplated the surprise they would come to find within the heart of the land: the bear that had murdered Pump, that had cut three claw marks from Ragnar’s hip to his leg when they had foolishly attempted to chase it from their caches and lands. They should have killed it no matter the cost but they hadn’t and it had healed and had began to extract it’s revenge and with Gavriil missing in action that, surely, had left Ragnar as it’s next target for out of them all Ragnar had dealt it the most damage to it. In a cruel way, Ragnar hoped the bear wasn’t feeling particularly picky about whom it went after, that since it had tasted canine blood it would want more. Now that his family and pack was in no danger from it he really didn’t care.
Pulled from the depth of his thoughts, the Viking watched the boy stand ram-rod straight in a manner that resembled a canine version of the military’s ‘attention’. Pupils narrowed within their pools of Caribbean ice as Ragnar observed the teenager look around before his gaze finally fell upon him, wondering if he had not heard the low chuff he had given. He had seemed awful startled despite that there was noting exceedingly hostile in the Viking’s pose. He had no interest in hurting what was still a child to him, so long as he meant no harm to Stavanger Bay. A small smile tugged at the edges of Ragnar’s lips though it had not formed because the boy’s posture had began to alter again. It was a further sign that he had no intentions of attacking, perhaps to ease the boy’s nervousness is what Ragnar thought of it though the Northman ran off of assumption through body language interpretation alone, of course.
Granted, he was likely old enough to travel on his own, but it was those parental, fathering instincts that indulged him to inquire, nevertheless the conclusions he was capable of drawing.