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*Ragnar* · June 08, 2014, 12:39 PM

It's totally fine! Actually your post reminded me that I should probably make mention of it in the Behind The Scenes thread so the birthing den can be reused (if HR has more puppies in the future) :-)

Ragnar had not sought Nerian out after their previous meeting, had not lingered in her presence after the bear attack, because while the Beta had more pressing concerns on his mind than his jilted Priestess, namely the new pack that had settled right on the Ridge’s doorstep, he had also thought to give her space. No doubt his immediate presence after rejecting her would only serve to rub salt in the wounds he had cut upon her …that part of him felt culpable for inflicting. Upon a reluctant and harder study he realized there was a fondness for Nerian in his savage heart besides admiration and he was struck with the idea of being in a polygamy relationship but knew very well that Thistle would never go for it (had said as much when she told him she would kill him if he was caught with another woman) if her jealousy was anything to go off of, and Ragnar wasn’t sure that Nerian would be all that ok with it either. He loved Thistle, there was no doubt of that and he was devoted to her but he wanted to take care of Nerian, too. He wanted to take care of her and he didn't trust any other man to do it correctly, and he could give her children if that was what she desired. She deserved at least that much after the things that Váli …and even Ragnar himself had put her through.

It was with the thoughts of a polygamy relationship swirling uselessly around his head, knowing that while it seemed like a perfect solution it would never work (even if they did agree to it they would constantly be at each other’s throats) but wondered if suggesting it was even taking it much, much too far. It was a fool man’s fantasy — having two women. It had once been his goal to spread his seed, to have many children to many women figuring it was the only surefire way to pass his genes and culture on rapidly. A great shake of his head was given to dispel the fantasy before it turned into something remotely tangible as he neared the rendezvous den he was working on, freezing when he saw Nerian peering into it, presumably looking for him. For a moment he stood back, observing her in the distance and felt himself sigh longingly, inaudibly for the complications his libertine ways had caused for all those years. Apparently, they weren’t as gone as he had first believed. “Priestess,” He called to her after a moment or two of staring, idly wondering why she was seeking him out, having assumed that’s what she was doing.