wrath of the northmen

Thistle was out walking when she saw her mate stalking towards the pack lands and he was stalking. The anger coming off of him was palpable and almost physical. She was a little leery of approaching him while he was in such a foul humor, but at the same time she knew he would not hurt her, especially since anyone with eyes could see she was gaining weight from this pregnancy.

She approached him and spoke softly, Ragnar what on earth is wrong? She stood near him in his direct line of vision but she did not touch him or try and stand in his way as she knew he may want to be alone. Her blue eyes studied him his raised hackles his angry eyes, there were no petty smirks or angry looks but straight fury.