Eyes of Caribbean ice observed the man before him in assessment, as Ragnar assessed any new wolf, looking for signs that they were healthy, strong, capable. This male seemed to be all of the three, though Ragnar knew that Pump would not have accepted him if that was not the case. In that respect, the platinum silver Viking knew his hybrid leader too well, if only because she was eerily similar to him in those sort of regards. Ragnar watched with satisfaction when the male, who confirmed that he was, indeed, Surra dipped his head in respect. It was acknowledged with a stiff nod of Ragnar’s own head. It was followed by an explanation that he had recently been accepted into Horizon Ridge by Pump, redundant but useful in that it was the second thing he said in the case that Ragnar was wondering. Which he had not been but it was nice to be told, regardless.
For a moment a silence stole over Ragnar, something he was comforted in not usually being extremely talkative — he had his moments but they were mostly when informing new recruits about the important things upon their joining into the pack. Otherwise, he tended to favor quiet. It created an enigma, and allowed those that would become his enemy to make assumptions and underestimate him. Ragnar had found that sometimes not talking much often led to the assumption that he wasn’t clever which was a grave mistake to make, as a few of the packs around Odinn’s Cove had learned the hard way. He didn’t bargain, he didn’t negotiate. He took things, used situations to his advantage and when he exacted punishment when he was “screwed over” showing that he was truly no fool. He was a dangerous man and Ragnar knew that sometimes it took extreme measures to make that understood.