Horizon Ridge On a rush of angel wings

I just imagine that Ragnar would use his claws/teeth to tear the flesh and then break the ribs with his teeth, et cetera. Ick, that would be an extremely painful way to die. :(

It had been easier, admittedly, when it had just been him, when his plans had revolved strictly around himself and now that they had reached out to pull her and their unborn children (because he didn’t care as far as he was concerned the pups were his and not Crete’s even if that wasn’t true) into it’s cusp it was more…complicated. It was important that he prioritized them above all else. But it could go the opposite way, it could make his decision all the more easier depending upon what was to happen. He would always do what he thought was best for his family. “No,” Ragnar admitted after Thistle finished speaking, suggesting that he talk to Pump about implementing his ideas, giving him the sort of advice that only a woman could. “She has no reason to accept them,” Ragnar was doubtful, and unsure, and beyond that selfish. The ways of his culture were not a secret and had been around for well, as long as the Vikings had been but he expected them carried out a certain way and that was one of the large reasons why he had yet to inquire to Pump about it.

“Soon,” Ragnar promised in regards to speaking to Pump again about the Beta rank, and about implementing some of the Cove’s culture into Horizon Ridge. “I think you have something to discuss with her first. I will wait to see what happens and go from there.” While Ragnar was ambitious he wasn’t careless and did not do things if the odds were not in his favor.