Horizon Ridge Calmness is the cradle of power.

I used the Icelandic translator for "puppies" and got hvolpar. Is it the word Ragnar would use? I'll change it if it isn't. I couldn't find one under the Old Norse vocab.

Ragnar admitted he had been called a heathen many times, and although she believed him, Julooke just didn't see him that way. Maybe it was because here, in this pack, he didn't have to do the things he did back home, and therefore she could see a gentler side of him. Or maybe she just refused to see anything other than his good side because she was beginning to see him as a father-figure. She had placed him on a pedestal and it seemed he could do no wrong. He confided that he had one more son other than his newborns, and that Thistle was his fourth wife. Her face was downcast when he said a litter had been aborted. Why? she asked softly. The question was out before she could stifle it. I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that, she quickly added. She was not interested in bringing up painful memories for him.

They ripped and tore at the carcass, making more manageable pieces to take to the caches and Thistle. When they had divided it, she looked to Ragnar, If you want to take yours to Thistle, I can take the rest of this to the caches. She partly felt it was part of her job, and partly figured some time with Thistle would do him good, especially after their difficult conversation earlier. With a smile, she added, Less than two weeks and we get to see the... hvolpar? The last word was a question, wondering if she had gotten the word correct.