Horizon Ridge In the Eyes of a Young Girl

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Regardless what any of the other wolves of the Ridge thought about Ragnar’s conditions Ragnar wasn’t budging on the traditions of the Cove. It was inherently apart of his culture and to break it would surely bring some kind of ill fate down upon the children. As the father, Ragnar wasn’t willing to risk his childrens’ lives just because those of the Ridge were impatient. They could be allowed to know them in time. Besides, they were only infants; their life revolved around eating, sleeping and pooping. They had yet to distinguish themselves, had yet to become a true fascination to anyone besides the parents (or so Ragnar thought, anyway). The fact of it was …they were kind of boring at first. Beautiful and precious and vulnerable but boring. Ragnar was a superstitious man and his children were not yet safe from any who would mean them ill harm. As in, they held no rights and he could not do anything if they were killed. He could try to prevent it but if he caught it when it was too late he had to simply let it go. It was the way of his people and was (despite what his fatherly instincts told him) acceptable. “Soon.” The Viking agreed as Gavriil approached to lick his muzzle and then press his nose into Ragnar’s chest. There was a brief moment where Ragnar considered teasing Gavriil about the affection the other man willingly showed the Viking but decided it probably wasn’t the right moment for such vulgar things (even if they would purely be meant in jest) and so watched Gavriil depart.