A place to call home (border acceptance)

Ragnar could not so easily shake off the trepidation that overcame the newest member of Horizon Ridge despite how casually she had dismissed it. She had seen enough of battle - had killed enough - to find wolves who cowered and whimpered out at mere memories to be rather …alarming. It was a small wonder that Ragnar himself did not suffer from some kind of post traumatic stress, but maybe it was because killing and/or seeing it simply did not bother him. Or maybe it had something to do with the drugged foods he and his fellow Berserkers had been forced to consume to call upon the blood rage erased them. Giving her a last skeptic look the warden nodded and left the scene quietly, anxious to continue on with his sweep of the borders once more.