The woman than began to speak in circles around herself and though it probably would have been better to speak with Majesty directly than hope she relayed it with the importance it deserved Ragnar knew that he would rather not wish to have to speak to their leader again. His opinion of the man was not high. Granted, the Viking’s opinion of the woman before them wasn’t all that high, either. In one breath she threatened them, bared her teeth at him because they were supposed trespassing and yet, caught in her lack of knowledge she now offered the passage onto their turf. It was enough to make Ragnar want to snort with irritation and amusement. She spoke again in what Ragnar took to be circles around herself, making it seem like they didn’t have to power to make good on their promises. Technically, Ragnar hadn’t threatened anything. It was common wolf knowledge to not go trespassing into another pack’s lands unless you had a quantifiable death wish, of course. As far as telling her that him and his would chase them out of their hunting grounds if they caught them …well that was just a warning. A warning of what would happen if they were caught in the Ridge’s hunting lands. He would instruct his wolves to sabotage their hunts and it wasn’t really a threat if he meant what he said. Ragnar wasn’t sure what she didn’t understand about the fact that he wasn’t just saying he would do it, he would actually do it. He had no regard for them or their lives and they could all starve to death every last one of them and he wouldn’t care.
He did not bother to mention these things to her, however because he figured it would only prove to be useless and he had enough of wasting his time. Either she would passage the message along and it would be taking with the severity it was meant to be or it wouldn’t and the Isle wolves would find out just how serious the Ridge wolves were. With a nod back to Verrine he turned on the beach of Sea Lion Shore and led his wolves back to Horizon Ridge.