The earthen male that was acting as if he had consumed the drugged mushroom of the Berserker — or too many fermented apples as Ragnar knew from experience — by running around like a child given too much sugar came to a halt a few feet from the silver Viking who observed with stoic and cold eyes. The word ‘friend’ (Ragnar wasn’t keen on that word) did nothing for the Northman, though the slight bow of the earthen colored male’s head worked to pacify him for the time being. A glimpse upwards at the sound of beating wings confirmed that the two ravens, that Ragnar referred to as Odinn’s Huginn and Muininn (because in his mind they were) came into the party, cawing softly and lighting down on a nearby tree, their black eyes observing the two canines; likely to take the information back to the Allfather. Ragnar was well accustomed to how the ravens worked and that their purpose was to help Odinn truly see all. Healing leg shifted so it was facing the nearest tree trunk, pressed against it, the rough bark scraping against the silken tendrils of his fur. It helped to hide it and partially relieve the itch.
Ragnar listened but did not particularly find much interesting of what the other male had to say. Anguished piqued the Viking’s interest if dully as he wondered what, possibly the other male had to be anguished about, he seemed healthy, he belonged to a pack — Ragnar could scent it on him even before the introduction came and along with it came the name of his pack. Silvertip Mountain. It did not sound familiar to Ragnar but then again Horizon Ridge stuck mostly to themselves except when it was necessary not too.
As it was Ragnar hardly cared about Majesty’s plans though it was easy enough to piece the puzzle together from the words. Head canted bird-like to the side, exposing the scars that marked up his left half of his face, the (what was supposed to be a) disjointed raven (it wasn’t really Floki’s handwork sucked). Ragnar did not believe in giving his name or vital information when meeting strangers. It was a strange quirk he had always had even as a mere boy. Usually he was introduced by someone else who gave his name for him, or eventually gave it on his own days down the road. Upon coming to the Teekon Wilds he had even adopted a moniker to go by though he eventually shed it having realized he didn’t want to be doing good to his first idiot of a brother’s name.