Horizon Ridge Can't hide the truth

Ragnar listened to Thistle’s words in silence though he found that the picked at his curiosity how a raven would pick the meat off a carcass, hungrily. Greedily. “That is interesting. He could not have been a slave though. They were taken from raids not on them. So who would have made him a Berserker? And for what purpose? Did they force him to eat the mushrooms that would lead to the addiction? That is the only way I know a Berserker could be as you said “made” against their will.” Furthermore, it brought to his mind what kind of pack Thistle’s neighboring pack was. She had never really spoken much of her home pack, though, admittedly Ragnar had selfishly never asked her. Of course he realized after he had finished inquiring that she might not have the answers given that she had admitted her mother had been the one to tell her about it in the first place.

“There is so much to tell you,” Ragnar informed in his usual soft voice as she rested her head against his chest, beneath his muzzle. The warmth of her head bled through his fur allowing him to feel her body heat alongside the pressure of her head. It was the first time as the air stirred around them that he noticed that she smelled different, it was a sweet scent, likely a product of the milk her body was beginning to make in preperation for bringing their babes into the world. “Every Viking must go through a Rite Of Passage as I told you. Usually it is a child’s transition into an adult at a certain age. Typically the children are brought to a trial and allowed to vote on whether a criminal, after hearing the Jarl’s side and then the Accused’s side and sometimes a witness’ account, is guilty or innocent. If the accused is found guilty they must watch the execution without looking away.” Ragnar explained, remembering his own coming of age rite with fondness.

“It will be different for you because we have none of those things here and even if we did I have no power to see it through,” Ragnar sighed softly, giving pause for a moment. “I haven’t decided what I want your Rite of Passage to be. I think I will ask Odinn to see what he thinks is an acceptable substitute.” Hopefully, Odinn saw fit to answer.