Horizon Ridge On a rush of angel wings

In a semblance of truth Ragnar wasn’t exactly a stranger to “stealing” a pack so to speak even if the alpha position was fairly earned, but there was a palpable difference between Odinn’s Cove and Horizon Ridge. The Cove did not need any changes made to it when he had taken the helm and, theoretically if one day he challenged Pump and won he would be making massive upheavals that would likely send it’s already few members scattering to the wind, not to mention he desired to claim Ravensblood Forest for his own for reasons that were starkly obvious to himself. Theoretically, it seemed easier to part ways with Horizon Ridge if not as friends than at least on civil terms and start new with those that would follow him willingly instead of forcing changes upon those who would be stuck with him. It was something he had also considered during his meditations, his preparations in Ravensblood Forest. “I have considered leaving the Ridge also, on reviving the Cove here in Teekon Wilds. There is a lot to consider,” The Viking admitted, leaning into her touch against his face.

“Don’t you have to say that?” He teased her but indeed wondered if her loyalty to Pump would get in the way of her loyalty to him as her husband. He would not be put beneath anyone else in the terms of her loyalty which was remotely similar to how she felt about him finding passion with another woman. It was, he assumed, of a similar vein. In a way they both desired the same thing from one another: loyalty. Absolute and unbending.