There was a disturbance in the force air suddenly then, the small pitter patter of tiny paws beating against the ground in rapid succession and then the feel of small paws batting against his tail - as if it hung for their amusement. He glimpsed behind them as he finished speaking, catching a glimpse of two vibrant red fluff balls that squealed and rushed off back into the bushes where — Ragnar had assumed — they can came bounding from in the first place. He felt hardly threatened by their antics and in much truth, hadn’t minded. He was going to be a father of newborns in a few weeks time — there would be much time of play for the Head Warden. As it was the burly Viking liked children.
His question was …answered, in a way, Ragnar supposed though it’s context was confusing to the point where the answer that the female fox provided was not a real answer to Ragnar’s question at all. Deeper into the Blackfoot, was likely the obvious answer to it, to where, apparently, this ‘Nanna’ who ever that was, awaited him.