Horizon Ridge On a rush of angel wings

Thistle’s question was warranted Ragnar agreed, and even so expected. The Viking did not answer her right away, instead silently playing with the question and the inevitable answer that seemed to be the only answer no matter how many times he tucked it away and revisited it. It was like a broken magic eight ball stuck on a single triangle that would not budge and give you a different answer no matter how furiously you shook it or how far you threw it out the window. “I do not know,” Ragnar admitted after a few more silent moments. “On one side I respect Pump as a leader, I do,” He did not always agree with her but that did not diminish his respect for her any - besides nobody agreed every single time on every thing. “but I could not let someone who is not one of us - a Viking,” Because he fully intended on making Thistle a recognized Viking, “take command of our ways. It will not work.” And Ragnar himself would want to take the absolute lead something he could not do while sitting in the Beta position, admittedly. There was a small part of Ragnar that suspected that Pump could see what would likely come down the road, too, just as he and even Thistle could. “One thing at a time. For now I will wait to see if I am granted the rank I desire and if I am we will see what happens.” That was all that really could be done.

Her words were teasing and seductive, catching the Viking momentarily off of guard, wondering when his innocent little maiden healer had blossomed into a woman worthy of the title shieldmaiden, shining at her place by his side as his wife as opposed to being intimidated and afraid by it. Her innocence was endearing but he rather liked this newly blossomed Thistle, too. Perhaps something had changed in her after their night of passion in the presence of Odinn in his forest even though it had been fueled, likely on both sides, by the hormones her heat season had produced and flaunted until neither could stand it anymore. His nose twitched when her tail dragged across it, inviting him to chase, and to claim if he could catch her. Of which he had every intentions of doing.