Ragnar resisted the urge to snort at the growl she gave him in return. She spoke as if he cared what mood she was in. Maybe he would have if he feared her with any semblance of the word. Even on the off chance that she could manage to kill him, which he doubted, she still would not inspire fear in him. Only amusement. Ragnar did not fear death. He knew exactly where he was going when Odinn came to claim him, looked forward to it even: to the drinking and feasting and fighting. "That is not my problem," Ragnar responded coolly. He would not relinquish control of how this meeting went, not willing to give her even an inch, and it was her talk of Silvertip as if they were the only thing the Isle wolves had to worry about that had caused anger to boil within Ragnar's breast hotly. If that was how she thought she was in very very rude awakening. "Silvertip has nothing to do with me," His tone was coy and calm, his trademark smirk in it's alloted place but inside Ragnar was feeling his rage build. "As I know it to be Majesty no longer runs this pack you do and just because we moved from Horizon Ridge does not mean my warning has changed any. Do not make the mistake of thinking Silvertip is the only pack you need to worry about." Ragnar spoke, not meaning to sound threatening but he knew no other way to make himself clear. Her seemingly blatant disregard for him alone was insulting. He doubted that she truly understood the damage he could do to her pack even just from a raid; Ragnar wasn't trying to sound like a badass. He wasn't exaggerating what he had done; he spoke the truth. Of what he had done, what he would be willing to do.

Ragnar's smirk deepened when she gave her permission to do whatever he pleased with the wolves he had taken captive, silently noting that he hardly needed her permission. His captives were his property and he intended to do whatever he pleased with them regardless. He hadn't came asking for permission, and her blatant disregard for their lives caused the scarred Scandinavian to let out soft snort. It was hardly any wonder why half of her pack was missing. She could not control them, and seemingly cared nothing for the lives. Still, to Ragnar, she was missing a key component. "If you cannot control your subordinates how do you even hope to win against Silvertip?" As far as Ragnar could see they wouldn't. Never in his life and Ragnar ever seen such a dysfunctional pack, whose two leaders let it spiral out of control. One sacrificed the entire pack for his adulterous and then abandoned them all and this one... well she bore the title but she had no control over them. As evidenced by the fact that she admitted several times she didn't know what half of them even were.

"It is not my job to tell your wolves anything. Are you not their leader? It is your job to tell him, and as a leader whether you like it or not, you are held responsible for their actions. They represent you. Disregarding them when you find out they've committing a crime against another pack does not spare you the responsibility." It seems, to him, that she didn't know how to lead — just like Majesty. "I will be very clear. If any of your wolves trespass on my lands again I will kill them, and then I will come for you and yours." The Viking spoke simply. If she did not want another pack at war with her then Ragnar considered she might be smart and make her wolves pay heed to his words. It was not even a second chance, he was reminding only because he did not want to meddle in their war with Silvertip. Ragnar was more wise than to find him and his in the middle of it. "My wolves are allowed to do what they wish. Or have you forgotten that I told you that this territory has been one of our hunting grounds long before you ever step foot inside these wilds?" As it was, the Bay wolves had every right to chase keep the Isle wolves on their Isle considering it had been apart of his initial warning. The Bay could sustain Ragnar's wolves alone, but she didn't know that and he was far too territorial to relinquish his established hunting grounds. Besides, so long as they did not leave him alone he would not leave them alone. An eye for an eye sort of deal.

"You know nothing. Majesty was incompetent and my problem is that you claimed lands right on the Ridge's doorstep. That you think you own rights to hunting grounds that had been used by the Ridge as I said long before any of you even stepped a toe inside these Wilds," Ragnar was left with the impression that he was talking in circles. He hated having to repeat himself, especially when it was growing apparent that just like Majesty, Ypres wasn't understanding what he was saying. Ragnar snorted when she attempted to make herself look bigger. He did not need to tell her that he had single handily killed wolves larger and more powerful than her. His training and no fear of death tended to make him a better warrior. He resisted telling her that, too, determined not to sink down to her level of what he thought to be her maturity like a two toddlers proclaiming they were better.

"You're in my hurting grounds. They are ours. I and my wolves will hunt and roam here we like and chase you out if we feel like it, as is our right and you will deal with us or you can get out. It isn't out fault you won't move and decided to park your joke of a pack on our doorstep." But they had and so they would deal with the consequences. He was smirking full blown at her as he watched her leave.

All they had to do was leave Stavanger Bay alone. Their trespasser, whether she acted in Ypres' authority or not was proof that Wheeling Gull Isle would never leave them alone, and if they continued not to listen the next wolf of theirs that trespassed on his lands would be dumped on their borders with a torn out jugular and severed spine.

Ragnar was done playing games with them, done being diplomatic when they kept ignoring him. Now they would get a taste of what it was like to royally piss off a Viking.