Watching the Plateau woman’s expressions dance across her face, muted anger, irritation and maybe even disbelief was a small satisfaction to the Viking as he saw how his words ruined the saintly mute fool from the Plateau. Part of Ragnar’s desire for revenge and vengeance on Thistle’s behalf was his jealousy but also because the more he thought about it the more he came to realize that while Crete had not taken Thistle without her consent he had taken advantage of her and then bailed knowing that babes would be the outcome of it unless one of them were infertile which did not seem to be the case. “I don’t want this to cause any trouble between our packs, my vendetta with your Crete is only personal and does not extend to anyone else. I am not sure where the Ridge and the Plateau stand,” There hadn’t been much time to talk about it with Pump and even then Ragnar wasn’t sure she knew. Perhaps his visit to the Plateau would be better if made with their Alpha Male (who also doubled as Crete’s brother, nicely). Of course, Ragnar was in no position to offer an alliance or even a friendship for he was not a leader of the Ridge but as the closest neighbors they should be made aware of the events that had recently transpired.
“I do not know that I wish to drag Thistle into that if she may face scrutiny from them. Even though from what I know it was consented on both sides he still took advantage of her. She was confident that it would not even result in pups and denied it up until the obvious signs showed. She is young,” Younger than his three going on four years, and perhaps, not as educated as Ragnar had first assumed she had been upon their first meeting. “Without her I guess I have no proof of my claim but it is not something I would lie about,” The Viking murmured in a softened, thoughtful tone. “You claim that they may not listen yet, you take my words for the truth that they are without a question. Why is that?” Because if she knew something that would be beneficial to him for that visit it was worth it to know.
