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“I know what you said, wife,” Ragnar corrected her quietly, and yet he had asked, now, not if it were greedy but if it were selfish that the Vikings did what they did; only to close his mouth whatever he had been about to say gone as she finished off that it wasn’t greedy or selfish. He looked into her azure eyes, a twitch of his lips upwards, knowing that she truly did not think it was greedy or selfish of them. He wondered, albeit absently, if maybe she wasn’t just a little biased considering she was now a Viking herself. His tiny Viking. “Location makes our resources limited, trapped between ice and the sea in the winter, summer when the snows and ice melts gives us a small chance to harvest.” He was a harsh man because he had been born and grew up in a harsh and unforgiving climate. It had always made sense to Ragnar why they did it, and it still made sense. In fact, he was surprised that the wolves in the Wilds did not take advantage of having so many close together, that they, too, did not raid. Holding affections for other packs had never been a wise choice to the silver Viking who had no time for false alliances and friendships unless they were purely beneficial to him and his.

“I don’t think everyone will accept it. There will always be those that call us heathens. Our ways of life wrong to them,” Ragnar told her with a forlorn glimpse. “The entire world cannot be Vikings and cannot understand us. It is ok. Their fear of us just makes it easier to raid them.” He spoke with honesty, shrugging his shoulders in a flippant manner as his tail slashed across his legs, shifting his weight off of his injured leg so the wounds did not reopen again. “Squirrel?” Ragnar repeated, considering that he brought her rabbit most of the time. It was only on his good hunts that he brought her quail, and on lucky finds that the bear did not eat all of it’s prey and he was able to bring her some of it’s catches. “They are tiny,” He peered at her sides heavy with child and frowned. “You don’t want something bigger? With more meat?” He asked her, dubious.