Horizon Ridge checking in

It surprised Ragnar when he felt the crown of Nerian’s head bump against his shoulder, the touch wholly unexpected speaking that him talking of raiding was the man that she had known. Ragnar hadn’t changed, not really, he was just being smart and bidding his time. Playing obedient lap dog was not his favorite thing to do, admittedly, but he was clever and he knew that, for now, it was the role he needed to play (it also helped that he did respect Pump). “You would go with me?” Ragnar asked her, incredulous that he had actually had those words spill from the Priestess’ mouth. “Raiding?” He clarified just in the off chance that she had not picked up on that. He wouldn’t be going to make nice, if they did ever go, he would take what he wanted. What would be beneficial to Horizon Ridge. It wasn’t as if those words were anything he ever expected to come from Nerian’s lips.

Ears twitched absently as she asked him the purpose of the den, which was an interesting question for as far as Ragnar was concerned there was only a couple of reasons why wolves typically dug dens. “It is a rendezvous den. For my family, Priestess. The children grow each day and the birthing den is too small to hold us all. Us moving out will free the birthing den up for the next children to be born,” There was no sense in every couple building a new one each time when the one Thistle had given birth in was perfectly fine and wouldn’t be used until she was pregnant again (if each couple building their own was the case). He could feel her eyes burning into him but he did not look at her, not really wanting to see what he would expect to see there because he could never have her. There was no possible way that he could ever have both women, and Ragnar loved Thistle and to leave her just because he wanted that claim on Nerian (as if slave wasn’t enough) was stupid and piss poor to both women.

She made a weird movement, heard by Ragnar as opposed to seen as he studiously eyed the den trying to make sure it was perfect. She explained that she had an itch, though, he hadn’t asked and had assumed that it was just a twitch or something; her explanation, though, only proved to strengthen his suspicion. Ragnar prided himself on his renown as a family man, even if his reputation with women was a lot more liberal and libertine. Perhaps that was what Nerian expected: the man with a line of conquests and perhaps he would have been if he had not fell in love, and if he did not respect Nerian too much to add ‘conquest’ to her title of ‘slave’ as well. Still, the polygamy idea didn't sound all that bad to him but he would never suggest it because he couldn't.