Ragnar had been where he could normally be found through random periods of the day, re-marking the territory borders after dropping a few hares he had caught at the mouth of the den for Thistle. She hadn’t been there, of course, either out collecting her flowers - despite that Ragnar knew she collected other things for healing and medicinal purposes he continued to call them simply just to affectionately tease his wife - or checking on Kennedy of whom she seemed to be continuously worried about. While the ebony man of whom Ragnar had yet to meet had suffered the worst damage out of all of them, of course, still required Thistle’s attention as their main and only healer Ragnar thought that she might start taking it easy chasing the, from what Ragnar had heard about him, distraught man and start thinking about their children (because Ragnar didn’t give two flying F’s about if they were Crete, the babes were his, would be his even if not biological) and their health. Besides, she would not be able to leave the den for the first couple of days (except to y’know relieve herself and whatnot) and even then her hands would be full with the babes and either someone would have to step up to temporarily fill her place or Kennedy - Ragnar assumed he was her only patient now - would have to get along without her.
Thistle’s howl for him and Gavriil - an interesting addition to the Viking - had risen into the air just as Ragnar had been about to lift his leg to remark another section. For a moment the savage froze, deciphering the tones in Thistle’s call. It hadn’t particularly sounded urgent but it hadn’t sounded quite right either. Sparing the lands beyond the borders a quick, harsh glimpse Ragnar headed in the direction of her call.
A quick assessment was given as he arrived upon the scene, his eyes first going to Thistle, noting the obvious distress and general flustered body language that Thistle was giving off before he glimpsed at the ebony colored man Ragnar immediately knew to be Kennedy despite having never officially met him. He did not look all that pleased, either. Cautiously, the Warden approached them, icy Caribbean colored eyes lingering upon them both as he attempted to gauge the situation.