Horizon Ridge Calmness is the cradle of power.

Yep. Thanks for the thread! <3

Ragnar nodded as she spoke that the Gods had blessed him with three healthy children. That, they had. Just as they had blessed him with Sveinn. They were not his by blood, any of them, but they were still his children all the same and in a way a jump in the right direction of the prophecy the Cove’s Seer had told him: that he would have many sons. She seemed eager to shoo him away and Ragnar smiled at her, snorting softly to himself, muttering to himself jokingly about her eagerness to be rid of him in his native tongue before he grasped the chunk of deer meat he had pulled off of their catch for Thistle in his jaws and offered Julooke a farewell and good luck (on admitting her love to Verrine) chuff, despite that it was muffled by his mouthful, before he turned and loped in the direction of the birthing den.