Ragnar couldn't say for sure that she was outright lying to him, but he felt suspicious. A man who had resided in her pack for however long Julooke's attacker had been there, had never told them a name? And required them to call him Prince at that? Ragnar knew that he would have never called a wolf 'Prince', mostly because he wouldn't have been Ragnar's prince and beyond that it truly wasn't a title that Ragnar recognized. Not to mention, having a pack member who was so full of secrets just screamed bad news to Ragnar, but then again obviously this little girl was a very different leader than the Viking. Ragnar chose not to respond to her words, accompanied by the girl's shrug of her shoulders. If she wanted to keep her secrets then fine, but she would come to regret it. Sacrificing her pack for one man, it was a stupid, rookie mistake, in Ragnar's opinion. The Spine Queen's tone rose, taking on an almost snappish tone with him, as if he was irritating her now. All he wanted was answers. Would she not do the same, if the tables were reversed? Would she not have expected him to give up the weasel that had abandoned the pack? But perhaps Ragnar took loyalty more seriously than she did.
Ragnar didn't have anything against the Spine, didn't want to have anything against them, but the scarred Scandinavian was not like to forget this, and he hoped, for her own sake, that she never needed his help. Easily, he could have kept coming back to the Spine, asking different wolves until he got answers that he deemed satisfactory. To pit them against the answers that this young Queen gave him today, to see if they all matched up, but he'd been gone too long from the Bay. His search would have to be continued after he convened with his own Queen. Ragnar would seek revenge for Julooke — with or without this young Queen's help.