Ragnar had been relatively close to Junior's position when the young girl's howl rose into the air, making it easy to alter his course to her direction. He was surprised to hear her voice and a little saddened that she had went back to her family despite that he knew it was what was best for her. Knowing what was best for the young Shield Maiden did not lessen the ferocity in which he missed her any. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if he'd gotten a proper chance to say goodbye to her, which he felt a little irked at her mother Hotguy about (since Tokio assumed that Thistle told Ragnar everything). After all, they had found her, fed her, kept her safe, and grown fond of her during her stay in the Bay. Did he not deserve a chance to at least say goodbye to his foster child despite how temporary she had been in their family?

Despite his feelings about it he tucked them away and approached the scene, eyes of Caribbean ice falling upon Junior first with a soft fondness before they flickered to the dark male that stood near her. He did not recall his name but he recognized him as Crete's brother and the Alpha Male of Blacktail Deer Plateau. “Hello Junior,” Ragnar greeted the girl with a soft smile playing at the edges of his lips, glad to see her again even if he suspected it was on a temporary basis. Ragnar drew to a stop and turned his eyes to Peregrine then and spoke, “I can see the resemblance between you two now, if I had realized that she belonged to you I would have taken her to you personally.” He had been secretly hoping she had decided to stay in the Bay but things had not happened like that. Ragnar still wasn't so sure that Junior wasn't a gift from Odinn but that was a thought he was not inclined to share.

Ragnar smiled affectionately at Junior as the child rushed towards him, peppering his chin with licks and nips, feeling Tveir lean against one of his forelegs as Junior paid him attention allowing Ragnar's attention to go to fully to Peregrine when the Readleaf-DiSarinno spoke to him. “I did what any father would have done,” Ragnar spoke to Peregrine lowering his already soft voice just in case the children happened to be paying more attention than they let on though he doubted it. At Peregrine's question regarding Tveir, Ragnar's gaze went to the child that resembled Thistle the most though none of the three children resembled him, which was, of course, expected considering the children were not his by blood. “That is Tveir,” Ragnar introduced the second born to Peregrine wondering if the other man could see Crete in the child. A confirmation soon followed when Peregrine spoke quietly that they were cousins and Ragnar spoke a redundant, “Yes,” despite that it had not been a question.

It was lucky that Ragnar did not have to ask Peregrine to specify which wife he meant because it was obvious enough to Ragnar considering Thistle was the only wife Junior and Peregrine knew of. “Yes, she is still healing from the cougar,” And she wasn't very happy with him currently but he did not confide that to Peregrine. He would call for her if her presence was insisted upon but for the moment Ragnar suspected she did not want much to do with him and in that was avoiding him. He couldn't know for sure but he had a suspicion at the very least.

“I do not think so but I am no healer,” Ragnar confessed to Peregrine with a sheepish twist of his lips, the scars that riddled his body did not speak of a man who saved lives but rather of one that took them. Perhaps that was his initial attraction to Thistle and Nerian both healers. They were the givers of life to his pariah reaper the scarred Scandinavian was. Ragnar glimpsed down at Junior when she bounded between them and shouted loudly that she wanted to see Thistle. Ragnar's lips had parted to tell her that Thistle was still healing from the cougar but the words ceased their journey to his lips when he felt Thistle slide against him, leaning into him slightly. The Viking's head moved to his right to nip affectionately at her cheek knowing that he was nothing more than her crutch currently. She might have been madder at him than a wet hornet but he still loved her and he was not ashamed to show her, to prove it to her.

“My love this is Peregrine,” Ragnar introduced, hoping that Peregrine didn't mind and half had the notion to add 'Crete's brother' but the resemblance was there so Ragnar figured it needed no introduction. “He is the Alpha Male of Blacktail Deer Plateau and as you can see Junior's father.” Ragnar glimpsed down when Eirikr too jumped into the little gathering they had going on. He glimpsed around for his daughter but she did not appear and he figured she was probably with Nerian. “This one is Ein,” Ragnar introduced to Peregrine. “Children,” Ragnar called for Ein and Tveir's attention. “Segja halló til Peregrine” Ragnar encouraged them, speaking to his sons in his native tongue inclining his head towards the guest the boys had yet to acknowledge. “It is rude to ignore a guest at our borders, remember?” He reminded them in a softly reprimanding tone.

“Við gleymum ekki börn. Virðing er mikilvæg. Jafnvel óvinir okkar verðskulda það.” It was a soft chide in his native tongue, but also an important life lesson all in one neat little package. He would repeat it to them as often as needed to make sure that he drilled it into their heads. As their father, it was his job to make sure they were better men than he, even if, Floki's cryptic warning ended up being true; that one day he would hate them for being better than he. Even so, then he had completed his job as their father. Appeased when both of his sons greeted Peregrine in turn, Ragnar allowed his attention to go back to the Plateau's Alpha Male when he spoke once more. “We are called Stavanger Bay,” The native Old Norse word rolled off his tongue easily, much more better than any common tongue word he spoke with his sometimes hindering accent.

“As she has became family to us,” Ragnar looked at Junior when he spoke that with a warm smile towards the little Shield Maiden in training. “Junior is always welcome here. I will be sure to let my wolves know that she has the freedom to come into our lands at her leisure,” It was a rare gift. An extremely rare gift coming from Ragnar who was assertively territorial. He trusted the girl not to abuse it. “We will be holding a festival of sorts soon, if Junior would like and it is okay with you, she is invited to join us.” If Peregrine inquired the nature of the festival Ragnar would be honest, just as he was with his wolves. That it required the sacrifice of a couple different animals (though he conventionality let out the wolf part intending to do that far away from pack lands despite that it would be a complete stranger he would offer). In the end, Ragnar was not willing to take from the Gods without giving something back in return.

Everyone was silent when Ragnar spoke of the Festival of Uppsalla, though this was because he was vague with the details of it to the children wanting them to experience it for themselves. Only Thistle knew the full extent of the Festival but she did not seem inclined to assist him in responding to Peregrine's fair question. Ragnar regarded that perhaps it was because it was from his culture and therefore it was his job to answer any queries made about it, as to which he was fine with. He had not ignored Tveir's question, instead figuring that in a few moments Peregrine would likely answer it for his second born. “It begins as a celebratory feast in the honor of my Gods,” Probably the most harmless part of the whole festival. “After the feast sacrifices of prey animals are made for each God to thank them for all that they have done for us and have given us. After that is done we share stories, some of the Gods, or legends. They don't have to be of my own Gods or legends,” Ragnar informed Peregrine honestly, wondering if the 'sacrifices' thing would be the point in which Peregrine drew the line. Most wolves around here, Ragnar had came to find, seemed skittish and squeamish to the idea.

“In Odinn's Cove the Festival of Uppsalla lasted for three days and anything less is an insult to the Gods, but this is the first time Stavanger Bay is holding anything like this, so I am going to see how well it is received by the members before I declare it a three day celebration.” Surely, the All-Father would understand. Sometimes, exceptions needed to be made and Ragnar did not always think Odinn as an unfair King. "A week from now at dusk." Ragnar spoke having decided on a date promptly, off the top of his head for Peregrine and Junior's sakes. Up until that point he had not had a set date for it.