Ragnar, at Thistle’s question let out a soft, thoughtful noise, contemplating it in his mind. Would Floki follow him? He had not left with the intentions of cajoling his friends and loyal followers of Odinn’s Cove to join him in the Teekon Wilds but then again, for what was now an unknown reason, Ragnar had never anticipated actually staying. When he appointed Váli as Jarl in his stead it had been a temporary fixture. Ragnar had not relinquished his full power to his younger brother under the assumption that Odinn had meant for him to come, convert, steal, and form a pack in the image of the Cove but not to lead it. Now …the vision had become clearer with his growing affection for Thistle and his mateship to her, their vows and consummation (even if the consummation had, admittedly, came first) by Huginn and Muinnin and therefore Odinn himself. Clearly, Odinn had deigned for Ragnar to be much more invested in these posh summer lands than the Viking had first realized. The Gods were not always very clear with their intentions, but now Ragnar could speak that he understood what Odinn meant of him. That this was his fate, she was his fate.