Ragnar’s weight shifted and he studied Pump for a few silent moments as she spoke about wondering if they shouldn’t listen more to a naturalist. “You may listen to them but I will not,” He wasn’t trying to be rude and of course, Pump could do whatever she wanted seeing as how she was the Alpha; merely Ragnar was communicating that he would put no stock into it, if they had any wolves actively pursue the Naturalist trade. The focus of the conversation shifted to Ragnar then, surprising the silver Viking. Pump mirrored what Ragnar had told her: that he had came to the Teekon Wilds to spread his culture, to colonize here yet obviously he had yet to colonize and as for the spreading of his culture: it was a slow process. Slow because his ways and beliefs was not something that could be pushed upon someone else. It had to be wanted, to be accepted. Ragnar had decided that he would not waste his breath on wolves who showed no interest or unless he was specifically asked.
Which Pump seemed to be doing, currently. Specifically asking him to tell her about his culture.
For a few moments he stared at his hybrid alpha, perplexed. When paused to scratch behind his ear, black, leathery nostrils flaring as he inhaled and then exhaled, deeply. She had not asked for any kind of specifics and the vague ‘explain your culture to me’ wasn’t going to cut it for Ragnar. It was a vast culture and he had generations of knowledge, passed down from the Cove’s fore founders. He didn’t even know where to begin except at the very beginning to where everything — the earth, the sun, the moon — started and how it would end (since they sort of coincided). “It is a very vast subject,” He finally spoke. “What do you want to know?” Unless she really wanted to hear how he thought life had started and how it would end but it was better, Ragnar found, to find out what she was curious about and go from there.
