She wide eyed stare accompanied by the stillness of her jaw as she chewed at the small strip of venison she had ripped off the part of the carcass he had brought her elicited a coy chuckle from Ragnar as he explained to her just how crazy the hormonal scent that the female body secreted in their heat cycle made men.
She mumbled something — probably about his laugh — around her food but in the art of toying with his wife he ignored it, letting her grumble about something he suspected she really loved. As far as Ragnar was concerned he was still waiting for that ‘one of these days’ curious as to what exactly was destined to happen on said day. On the topic of Julooke it seemed that Ragnar his wife shared very much the same thought: that both wanted to ask her to join them in Ravensblood.
Neither did he wish to challenge her — which was the main reason as to why he hadn’t done so already. Challenging was a headache because there would always be wolves loyal to the previous leader — something Ragnar had realized after he had fought Björn to the death. Which brought another aspect of why he didn’t want to challenge her for rank. In his culture, to challenge to single combat was to fight to the death and the wolf left standing was the victor. He had no interest in ending Pump’s life.