A place to call home (border acceptance)

The stranger seemed to realize her mistake of startling both himself as well as Pump and had flattened herself closer to the earth in submission. Despite Ragnar’s appreciation of her realization his hard stare did not lessen any. Even so her words were muddled with an apology to him, followed by a quaking that made Ragnar wonder if she wasn’t going to soil herself then and there. She should fear him and the Viking did not shy any pity or remorse but said simply before he would let it drop, “You were hiding in the earth,” The clumps of dirt clinging to her fur were evidence enough of that. “I cannot see through rock and dirt.”

Ragnar listened to the female list her skill sets, presumably talking to Pump moreso than she was him though he lingered and listened, nevertheless. She boasted of hunting and of being a caretaker to pups and gave them, accordingly, a run down of her history in the process. Thus far, only Ragnar was aware of Thistle’s tryst with the Plateau wolf (and further with himself). He did not speak of it but there was a pretty good chance that pups were in the direct future of Horizon Ridge and while a caretaker might be, theoretically nice, he felt the innate urge to make the fawn colored girl’s children into Vikings. Their young minds would be the most welcoming to his ways and it was the easiest way to “convert” to Odinn’s cause.

The platinum silver savage remained silent knowing that he had no further say and that everything to this point relied solely upon Pump.