Ravensblood Forest Shadows in the Dark

Ragnar offered Ayvo a cheeky smirk, something close to what was one of his many signature smirks before he spoke simply, “Good,”. There was only a brief moment that the Viking hesitated, studying the man before him for a few more seconds, knowing that he probably did not have to say what he was about to aloud but would rather be safe than sorry. He was nothing if not a cautious man; not favoring to take unnecessary and reckless risks that might cost him or others their lives. “Use caution when approaching about the idea in your search for recruits. Do not promise them things you cannot keep,” He warned, fixing Ayvo in a sharp gaze. “Do not push the subject and be wise about who you tell about it. I do not want enemies before we even begin because as of right now it is nothing more than an idea.” Not too many wolves were going to follow an idea and Ragnar could not and would not blame them for it. Things had changed in Horizon Ridge, he had been promoted to leadership and his wife was due to give birth any day. Besides the fact that his children would be far too young to make any kind of change any time soon, he had sworn loyalty to Pump and had accepted her offer to step up. He respected her too much to throw her gift back in her face. Ragnar tentatively trusted Ayvo to use a sense of judgment and finesse, and if he found himself in any sort of trouble that he would have to deal with the consequences of them.