grillwalker

*Ragnar* · (This post was last modified: June 28, 2014, 11:46 AM by Ragnar.)

Hi! Hope you don't mind me and Ragnar. :D Also, I assumed that Atreyu's 7 months old from reading his profile but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. :-)

The need to amble along the depths of Ravensblood Forest was not an ambiguous one, neither was it particularly necessary anymore. With the believed knowledge that the one eyed raven that had led him to Stavanger Bay he no longer felt the connection to Ravensblood Forest he had once felt. While the All-Father’s presence had once thrummed here beneath the calloused paw pads of the platinum Viking it was no longer felt here. No, that thrum had moved to Stavanger Bay, felt exceedingly at his discovery of it and now comfortably with his pack’s relocation complete. It was not a strange thing to walk along the scent borders of cursed lands that no longer belonged to him or his, rather it was a relieving feeling to be free of the Ridge, of it’s curse and free of Wheeling Gull Isle’s impending and imposing presence. Ragnar understood that his impulse to venture into Ravensblood Forest was nothing more than the sake of nostalgia. That it was here that he had claimed his wife, that he had made her into a Shield-Maiden in spirit and body. Though it no longer held the spiritual pull it once had to the scarred Northman he thought of the territory with fondness. It, at least, held memories if nothing else.

The darkness had been chasing him since the sun had set, but the Nord did not fear the darkness, nor the shadows or dangerous it might have been harboring. He had faintly caught the scent of Majesty and a few of the Isle wolves’ scents upon his entrance in the Forest and his guard hairs had bristled upon what was only natural territorial-ness. Horizon Ridge was abandoned now and Ragnar deigned to put the Isle far from his thoughts though he would, likely, never like them. The hostility he beheld for them could not be helped even though they were far apart from one another, now. There was another scent, growing stronger as the Viking neared it, that of a loner. Swiftly, the Northman made his way to where the boy came into sight. He was a boy, probably not even in his first year mark yet if he had to guess he was about Hati’s own age.

Instantly, this piqued the Viking’s curiosity and he kept his body neutral as he let out a low chuff to alert the cream colored creature to his presence.