Horizon Ridge On a rush of angel wings

This is totally ruthless and gruesome but I kind of somehow want to incorporate it as a practice into Odinn's Cove :o

Thistle seemed genuinely curious in his “plans” though and after a brief moment of consideration Ragnar decided that maybe he should confide them with her - because she was now his wife but also because it would be nice not to keep it such a tightly guarded secret. A moment of trepidation stole over him within the next few seconds as he fixed his oceanic gaze upon her knowing that if he confided that she would be put in more danger than if she knew nothing if Pump suspected and decided to interrogate. Ragnar did not pin their leader as being as openly cruel and ruthless as the Viking himself was but he did not know her well enough to ascertain it either way. “If something were to happen you would be the first to know providing it was planned not a sudden decision,” Sometimes, things happened that did not allow for more than a seconds notice of planning; but Ragnar attempted to assure her, nevertheless. Scarred ear twitched back lazily as some bug or another buzzed past it causing it to twitch for a few seconds - briefly annoying Ragnar - before it pushed forward in alertness. “I have thought about claiming Ravensblood Forest on more than one occasion, it is a perfect place to raise pack based off of the Cove,” Mostly because of his stubborn belief that the lands were holy to Odinn. “But that would put us next door to the Ridge and if our departure is not on good terms it will cause problems.” Not that Ragnar was particularly swayed or deterred by that idea. He had fought bigger and more numerous enemies before on the raids he had used to lead.

“I have been too long out of my ideals and beliefs, constantly stopping myself because I don’t want to put in jeopardy my consideration for the Beta rank,” It was leaving Ragnar feeling frustrated and itching for something. “My shoulder has kept me at bay but it is healed now,” He smirked down at her, leaning forward to nip affectionately at her cheek and spoke with a chuckle, “no thanks to your persistence. Things might become tense now and I suspect that Pump is aware of that, am beginning to think that besides that she does not know me it is why she has not granted me the rank despite the restless effort I’ve put forth to it. I respect her but it will not be enough to keep me from taking what I want.” And in truth, it was not the Ridge that he wanted. It was Ravensblood Forest, it was a pack raised on his culture’s ways where he could openly practice and encourage what he had always known. “She will be angry with me for it, and you by association and our children.” Because as far as the Viking was aware Thistle could have as easily been pregnant by him as she could have by Crete (of course she was pregnant by Crete but what Ragnar didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him - not that in the end it mattered he would love them all as his own just the same).

“As I said, there is much to consider.” Ragnar spoke with a deep breath, allotting for her to say what she thought about the more detailed considerations he had been having, if she had any insight to offer.