The ivory prince ears swiveled backwards, he knew that the dark female was following him and he didn't really care. If she chose to follow him, she would have to do what he wanted her to do. This was not a free sanctuary if it was a sanctuary at all. His paws led him towards the sea, it would be sometime before he would be able to see its beauty again and he wanted to say goodbye to it.

"Are you hungry?" The white male flicked his tail in irritation. "Are you?" he simply said, his voice icy as he continued his walk towards the beach. His paws sank into the soft sand and breathed in the salty ocean air. He walked towards it, and only stopped when the waves lapped against his forelimbs and chest, wetting his fur.

“Ég er því miður að vera að yfirgefa þig svo fljótt, Óðinn, leiða mig vinsamlegast" he murmured softly, cerulean eyes on the dark oceans. He stood there, unmoving as the tide swirled around his paws, then a raven flew down and perched on a tree branch, blinked at him and flew off.

He smiled and slowly turned to look at the dark female. Sapphire gaze shining out from the dark. "Your name?" he said, gaze unmoving and impassive.

"I am, and I could hunting for us...but I was not going to get you any if you were not...so I asked if you were."

He watched the raven's flight as it flew off the branch and into the dark sky and only when she said her name did his harsh gaze met hers again. Raven, huh. He tilted his head as he analyzed her, wondering if she could be of any use to him. Any who chose to travel with him had to work for it. This was no charity. He turned away from her, to the sea again. “Þakka þér, ég skal gefa gaum skilti" he murmured softly.

After staring at the distant horizon for a few moments, his cerulean gaze turned to stare down at the waters. He waded deeper into the sea and only stopped when the waves lapped against his knees. He scanned the shallows and suddenly dove into the water gracefully, jaws clutching a large fish. He flung it onto the shore and dove under again, grasping another large fish. He continued until they had about ten fishes, enough to feed both of time.

"If you are to journey and stay with me, you will have to work. This is not a charity, if you cannot earn your keep, you will leave. Do you understand?" he said coolly as he lowered himself onto his haunches next to the pile of fish, curled his tail around his ivory paws and began tearing into a large chunk of fish. The tip of his tail thumped against the ground, telling her she too, could eat.

"I understand."

"Good," he said after swallowing a bite of his fish. “Ég geri ráð fyrir að ég ætti að segja þér að það að vera einfari er betra en að vera í Bay. Það er ekki fyrir þig." he said to her, knowing that she couldn't understand a single word of what he'd just said and he was fine with that. She didn't need to know what he said anyways, it was not important. At least not now, and with her other beliefs, it would have taken ages and ages for her to get accepted, with a Nordic Pagan for an Alpha.

"You should be glad that you didn't join the Bay," he said softly in his accented voice. "You would never have been able to fit there, or gain Ragnar's respect." he didn't think it was a problem to say Ragnar's name now. After all, they were both loners now and he didn't need to respect Ragnar or anyone.

He raised his head from his third fish, his gaze cold even though a smirk covered his lips. "I suppose I should thank you for giving me the chance to realize that Stavanger Bay is not for me, even with an Alpha that shares the same beliefs and language, that is also a viking." he said in a cold tone. "But I will not, because you do not deserve a single word of thanks from me."

He did not forget or forgive easily for her disrespect. He flashed her another cold smirk as he continued with his meal.

"What is your name?"

The ivory prince lifted his head up from the fish, a curious smirk on his face, cerulean gaze icy. "What is your name, Jarl?" he said, the words coming out as a soft growl. He knew he wasn't really a Jarl but for now, she would address him like he was one. After all, he was the leader wasn't he?“Lærðu að takast á við mig með virðingu, stelpa" he said, the words coming out of his mouth like a gentle caress.

He decided to tell her his name, after all they were probably going to travel together for sometime, she was going to endure pain inflicted by him. "You will either address me as Jarl, Syver or Lord Ironside." he said slowly and softly, in his accented voice. He had given her his first name and two other options which to him, was too generous. He should have just let her call him Jarl but it was done and he couldn't erase what he'd just said.

He began on another fish, deciding to talk about his former leader. "Ragnar's followers weren't vikings, at least most of them weren't and most did not share his beliefs or culture, my beliefs and culture." he said, tilting his head to look at her straight in the eye. “hrafn" he said her name in Norse. "You do know I am a Viking right?" he said in a tone that meant You better remember that I am a Scandinavian and I can inflict any kind of punishment on you whenever I desire to.

At least she was respectful to him, he scoffed. Ragnar had chased away two members that could have been of great use to him, it was his loss. The white prince was free now, no longer bound to the pack and their rules. He had plans of his own, plans that would succeed. But for now....he would have to content himself with whatever he could find. It was as if he had never been a member of Stavanger Bay. He wondered what Raven had planned out now, was she going to follow him everywhere?

"And I am a Mystic." He bite into the last fish. “Auðvitað, þakka þér fyrir að segja mér að þú sért dulspekingur. Ég þakka það virkilega, Hrafn" he said sarcastically, bright sapphire eyes locked with Raven's as he flicked his ears once. "You are whatever you think you are but you might not be that wolf at all." he said softly, tearing at the fish and swallowing the last bit. He licked his lips and eyed her warily as he rose to his paws and made his way beside her.

"Do you plan on following me everywhere, Hrafn? Or do you wish to speak of Jarl Ragnar again?" he whispered into her neck, saying the word Jarl with barely veiled contempt.

A faint smile crossed the white Viking's face as she shook her head hurriedly and murmured a barely audible "No..." "Good, so you do plan on following me, huh?" he murmured softly, his breath ruffling the fur on Raven's neck as he spoke. "Are you afraid of me, Hrafn?" he continued in his soft voice, muzzle still buried into her neck. He raised a paw and traced a vertical line down her back with a claw.

He did not withdraw, instead buried his muzzle deeper into her fur as he spoke, the claw still tracing a line on her back. "What is your opinion on me, Raven? A sadistic little boy? An evil viking? Tell me...." he continued murmuring into her dark fur, sapphire eyes glowing in the dark. "Why did you follow me, when you probably knew I would just kill you."

"You do not fear me as much as you fear Ragnar do you? Why? Am I not intimidating enough for you?" he whispered, soft voice ruffling her neck fur. Was she really that afraid of Ragnar? "Are you afraid of death? Answer me!" he growled softly.

With that, he withdrew sharply away from her, turned and made his way in front of her where he sat down and looked at her with his calm yet cold cerulean eyes. "Ragnar sees as much reason as I do," he said softly. "If you are death, then I will fear you, for I have much to do before I pass into the next life. Yet, I see you as my Jarl...so instead, I give you my respect, and duties to serve you." He tilted his head in a curious manner. "Good, but that would not save your life yet. I still have to punish you for your disrespect by the borders." he smirked at her coldly.

He rose to his paws and began to make his way towards the sea, "What punishment do you think you deserve, Hrafn?" he called over his back. He wanted a punishment that would teach her a lesson, that would make her remember to respect him for he is not a wolf to be messed with. He had plans, good punishment ideas but decided to see what idea Raven might have for her punishment. Basically, he was making her tie her own noose.

He turned, gaze icy and calculating as she looked away from him. Her answer though, was rather interesting. “áhugavert, þú veist ekkert um sársauka?" he said thoughtfully as he began to approach her again. Gaze harsh and unforgiving, sapphire eyes glowing. He had been told various times that when he looked into other wolf's eyes, it would feel like he was reading their soul, reading all their secrets.

He leaned forward and whispered into her ear "Are you going to endure the punishment without making a sound like a Viking or are you going to scream, never entering the halls of Valhalla?" he said softly, he was a Scandinavian and to be honest, while most wolves do not like to purposely inflict pain on a woman, he didn't really care. She had insulted him, disrespected him and in his mind, she deserved more pain and punishment than what he was going to inflict on her.

"Well, Raven?" he asked softly, menacingly as he breathed into her neck. "What do you think?" he enjoyed playing games with his captives and those who were underneath him, he was clever and witty and always seemed to get on the higher ranking wolves's nerves.

The white Viking laughed coldly as he withdrew from her, "You are no viking, Hrafn," he tilted his head as he stared at her with his icy cerulean gaze, he turned around and began making his way back towards the sea, as if forgetting about her entirely before swiftly turning around and lunging towards her, ramming straight into her without stopping, jaws aiming for her shoulders.

If she dodged, things would get extremely ugly for her. There would be more bloodshed, the sands would be stained with the black female's crimson blood and the sea would turn red. If she didn't, there would be less bloodshed and they would both be happy. He had restrained himself from doing full damage, instead giving her only half damage.

He was too nice, in his opinion.

She did not dodge, in fact she didn't even seem to be able to speak, it seemed that he had knocked the breath out of her. He did not hesitate to try sink his sharp white fangs deep into her fur and into her flesh, hoping to taste her blood in his jaws. He only sank his fangs halfway, sparing her from extreme pain but it was not the end of her punishment. He might add more each day or he might not.

He did not withdraw his fangs from her flesh, instead dug his claws into her chest to get a firmer hold. He knew it was painful, he had a lot of scars from battles, he had experienced more pain that she had probably ever experienced. If she was to survive with him, she needed to know how pain felt like. To ignore it.

Blood filled his jaws and finally he drew away from her, gazing at her blood filled chest and shoulder. Puncture wounds visible. He towered over her body, his eyes cold as he turned away and trotted towards a small piece of woodland nearby, it took sometime but he emerged holding the plants in his jaws along with cobwebs. His father had insisted he learned a bit about healing and it came in use now. She was now under his protection even if she had disrespected him and he wasn't going to let his subordinate (Even if it was a disrespectful one) bleed to death.

He approached her, and licked the wounds that he had inflicted on her, cleaning them with his tongue. "Lie down," he murmured to her as he licked the blood away from her chest. He turned and went to the sea again, jaws opening to hold a mouthful of seawater before hurrying back to her and letting the water drip out of his jaws onto her wounds. As a viking of the sea, he knew seawater helped wounds heal faster. Finally he chewed the herbs he found into a poultice, applied it onto her wounds knowing it would sting and binded it with cobwebs.

Some might think him as crazy, injuring someone purposely then healing them. The point of it was to teach her a lesson of respect and let her know pain, it would help her later in life. He sat down beside her and began licking at her fur, his purpose to clean away the blood. It wasn't a gesture of fondness or affection, it was just to make her presentable.

The ivory prince licked the blood away from his lips as he looked at her wounds, then at her with cold calculating eyes. "Oh, I wouldn't thank me just yet, after all this is just the beginning of your punishment." he winked at her, rather cruelly. "Those wounds will hurt whenever you move and there will be others soon, decorating your dark body." he said as if describing a beautiful painting.

As if to prove his point, he raised a paw and prodded the shoulder wound with a paw, it started bleeding again. He grabbed another cobweb and binded it around her wound rather roughly, gazed at her in a curious manner. He lowered his head to give her a quick lick between the ears, he wasn't going to hurt her just yet and it was to reassure her. He did not want her to run away when her punishment had barely started.

"Sleep, Hrafn and I will stand watch. You need to rest before our journey." he leaned closer to her again. "You have chose to stay with me, you will work and serve me, offer me the respect I deserve and in return I will protect you." he said as if that cleared up the matter and withdrew into the shadows to keep watch.