Ragnar might not have fully believed that any of the packs around these Teekon Wilds were bold enough to attempt raids (he would be wrong on that assumption, but he did not know that) but considering that it was all he knew he was suspicious of it, nevertheless. The Cove had never been raided — they had always done the raiding but he had learned to expect it because it was something that he would do. That was how he thought, sometimes, contemplating what he would do as to determine if it was a threat or not; and then there were other times in which he simply chose to lay low and wait to see what would happen. While Ragnar had no particular attatchment to the land of the Ridge itself, it was their land and it was, for whatever it was worth, home. The thought of fleeing it just because someone rose to arms against them was cowardly and not something that Ragnar had in him to do. He could not flee, not if it meant the enemy winning and pushing them around.
Pump corrected her question for him — it had became apparent to the Viking that he had not fully understood her meaning — lately, he’d been struggling with that as if he were losing the fluency in which he understood the common tongue. It was true that it was not his first language but rather a secondary, learned one for the sake of being able to communicate with ‘outsiders’. Even then, Ragnar could give Pump no different answer. The wolves of Odinn’s Cove had no need for a ‘Naturalist’ and scoffed at the notion because to believe in what she said more or less went against their beliefs and culture; that the earth was ruled by pattern and not the Gods.
It was rudimentary and resolute for Ragnar. To him, there was no other reasons for this and the connections they held were no more and no less.