Ragnar acknowledged the stranger’s second - or was it third, he had lost track - apology with acceptance. He had not meant to frighten her - though he was not inherently surprised by her fear because really, it was well placed when it came to Ragnar - but the Viking did not return the courtesy of apology. “We could use those skills, specifically Hunter and another Warrior or Warden at the borders would be nice,” There was a few of them that patrolled already though Ragnar only really paid attention to Pump and himself since it seemed that they were the two that were at the borders the most. He failed to mention Thistle’s pregnancy intentionally, not yet willing to bring himself to the level of trust it took to let a wolf he didn’t know near his children - even though they were still unborn. The Viking caught his leader’s look - the silent question that lingered in behind her eyes and nodded a short, small nod as if to say that Pump desired him to put her through paces to test her to make sure she was as good as she boasted to be, he would gladly take the job.
What followed made the Viking hesitate, his hackles bristling when the she-wolf at their borders shut her eyes tightly after giving her name and began to whimper. Traumatized. Trauma was something the Berserker recognized having seen it plenty of times - mostly from the slaves they captured - though sometimes the younger Berserkers suffered from it. He was also aware of post traumatic stress and after giving a loaded look to Pump, wondered if maybe the girl was suffering from it currently. “Mowanza, do we need to call for our medic?” Ragnar called to the girl - not even sure if she could hear him - though he was weary of letting Thistle near her in case she decided to randomly turn violent.
