There was no scrutiny in Ragnar’s gaze - only subdued curiosity. Icy, Caribbean blue eyes assessed the male before him once more, trying to find the physical strengths and weaknesses, though in all honesty as long as they vowed loyalty and could prove to be useful to the pack with whatever skills they possessed Ragnar had no intentions of being a hard-ass picky. That was not the Viking’s way. Everyone had a role to play in their ranks and they were expected to cater to their skills, no matter what it was that they happened to excel at; and further more so long as they were loyal they were welcome. It did not matter if they were young or old, small or large. Rapt attention snapped back up Ayvo’s words that he spoke when he began to speak again, this time explaining that their leaders had abandoned them. Brow furrowed into a little ‘v’ between his eyes as Ragnar let that process in his mind for a few moments. Their leaders willingly abandoned their pack? He knew nothing of the Vale but made his judgments harshly given that small, but crucial bit of information. Obviously, their so called ‘leaders’ were not any kind of leaders at all. He did not speak this to the male in front of him, but this made things a lot more interesting for the Viking.