Blacktail Deer Plateau i'll see what tomorrow brings

Ragnar offered Peregrine no answers, simply because he had none. He had came here out of what he assumed to be their common courtesy, his messages had been delivered and there was no other reason to keep him lingering here. “Majority ruled that they would live but that they are not permitted names or permitted to leave the pack until they are two years of age,” How Pump thought she was going to keep strong willed, maybe even rebellious teenagers from leaving the pack he had yet to find out, but he had not felt like bringing that up to her accommodating the fact that Ragnar was too emotionally invested in the whole damn thing and that if the pups were killed that it would probably destroy Thistle. “We will see how that works in practice,” Though if they were anything like Ragnar it simply put wouldn’t work. “No, that was all.” Admittedly, parting sounded like an extremely good thing because Ragnar missed Thistle and wanted to get back to her likely just as much as Peregrine wanted to get back to his hunt.