Horizon Ridge We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

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Julooke wasn’t wrong, not really, Ragnar reflected, he would move Valhalla and the other Great Halls to protect his children, his parental and territorial instincts were just too strong. Yet, no one was above the law — not even the Gods and their culture was clear. Until the Rite was performed by the head of the family, the father, they were not apart of the pack. It was just the way it was for Ragnar. He understood that these wolves did not follow his culture but Ragnar refused to forsake it (in hindsight he did not want to face Odinn’s wrath or be barred from Valhalla). The Viking was silent, reluctant to admit to her that she was correct but also not wanting to try to explain that no matter what he felt, he could not truly stop it (he could try, of course). He watched her go in silence, watching as she disappeared into the distance before his stoic, sentry-like gaze fell back upon the den resuming his watch of it, ears at attention once more as he listened to the sounds of nature and summer, life all around him.