Ravensblood Forest Shadows in the Dark

Dedication. This was something, also, that Ragnar valued in his wolves. It came across to Ragnar that Ayvo was dedicated to helping Ragnar borne this dream, this demand of the Allfather’s. The others might not have believed - in fact belief his Gods was not something Ragnar dictated or required just so long as they respected them because they played a major and integrated role in Ragnar’s culture. You could not have the one without the other, really, and this in part was why he would never be fully satisfied with Pump’s offer as strictly Beta. She was not willing to share her power, and Ragnar was not willing to let someone else lead in the name of his culture; but Ragnar knew he would also never challenge Pump for her position. He did not want the Ridge and he did not want unwilling wolves that would only serve to become a massive headache for him, because change would have been inevitable. Ragnar preferred that his eventual separation from Pump and the Ridge be on good terms, because even if they weren’t he was claiming Ravensblood Forest and that could either be a mutual respect of one another or it would end in an all out war. “Good,” Ragnar spoke finally, inhaling deeply before he let it out. “I expect to see you soon, then.” Ragnar glimpsed at the other male one last time, suspecting that the other male wanted something from Ragnar more than a home - though it might have been a mere suspicion and nothing else, it struck Ragnar as a possibility all the same if only because it was exactly what Ragnar would do. With those words he turned and headed back towards the Horizon.