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Ragnar had been keeping an eye on Julooke as the prospect caretaker for their children when they were a month old and the Rite had been performed. She was the first to approach the Loðbrók couple about becoming the ‘official’ Caretaker though this, Ragnar assumed was because she strove for the official trade title. Thus far it appeared that the Loðbrók children were to be the Ridge’s only children this year, despite that the year was still relatively young, and even if they were not the only children Horizon Ridge would know in the current year they were the first not only for the year but for the pack as well. Ragnar understood the curiosity and zeal of his pack mates and so long as they concurred to his terms and conditions though, technically, he had no rights to set any such thing seeing as how they belonged to the pack as a whole and not Thistle and him specifically, Ragnar did not foresee that there should be any problems. Julooke showed great initiative in subjecting herself to learn his culture, religion and language so she would be allowed to aid Thistle and himself in the rearing of the Nameless children. In this, Ragnar was profoundly impressed with her though he did not intend to tell her this in the near future. Whether she realized it or not she held his respect and even rarer so trust though he had yet to let on to this.
He had been working his patrol when he had caught her scent, intricately weaved in and out with the scent of a herd of deer, both canine and venison tracks fresh. Head lowered as black, leathery nostrils flared inhaling the tracks again, simply to enforce. Leg lifted to strengthen the strip of border he was at before he altered his course and moved at a predator’s brisk pace in the want of catching Julooke. Her trail indicated that she was hunting them alone and while Ragnar was a much more impressive warrior than he was a hunter he was fairly decent considering he had to be or he would have starved a long time ago. Soon, the silver Viking came upon his subordinate, slowing his pace and moving as silently as he could, icy Caribbean eyes zeroing in on the herd, following the direction of her gaze. Lips twitched ever so slightly before they parted to let out a slow, breathy pant to expel the warmth that had built up from his patrol as he boldly moved to Julooke’s side. He spared her a glance then to silently communicate that he would aid her in taking down one of them, if she were looking for a partner. He did not risk vocalizing lest they overhear and scatter, spooked. They had an opportunity and it was unnecessary to let it pass.