If Ragnar were a different kind of man he might have sheepishly apologized for his behavior but alas, that was not the kind of man Ragnar was so he uttered nothing, figuring his behavior was warranted. As Ragnar watched Julooke turn away from the mouth of the den after setting her catch down for Thistle and greeted him. He returned her greeting silently with a nod of his head beckoning for her to follow him with a silent jerk of his muzzle intending to lead her away from the den, out of Thistle’s ear shot since the children were deaf and Ragnar knew they were not threatened from being reserved. Still, it would assist the Viking in being able to relax when they weren’t so close. His ears were attentive to Julooke’s words, at her suggestion that they get to know each better.
It was kind of a strange thing for Ragnar, realizing that someone actually wanted to get to know him, though Ragnar suspected that it was because Julooke was trying to win him over for sitting their pups if they were to need it. In reality, he had no real reason to reject her offer, the pups belonged to the Ridge, according to Pump, not the parents. This was something that the two disagreed on but there was nothing Ragnar could do about it at the present so he simply let it roll off of his back as best he could. When he felt they were far enough away the Viking reclined upon his haunches and invited Julooke to do the same if she wished, positioning himself so he was still facing the den. He stared at it for a few seconds before his gaze fell to Julooke, oblivious to her nervousness (and the fact that his quietness was probably doing nothing for it). He felt awkward if only because he was not sure how exactly he was supposed to approach this type of conversation and after a moment offered her a trademark grin of his for the lack of not knowing what else to do.