Ragnar’s time was adequately divided between the two lands, working without little rest to claim the Bay so the pack could move as a collective whole or in individual groups …Ragnar wasn’t sure what they had planned individually so long as they all ended up in the Bay at the end of the day; while tending to his leadership duties at the Ridge, trying to squeeze in some time to spend with his children who suffered the most in this ordeal. Being abruptly promoted with Pump’s death and finding himself the sole leader, worrying about the bear — when it was going to strike again — and as he always did keeping his eye on the Isle wolves and now working to claim the Bay as he worked hard to make the transition of relocating as smooth as possible for the pack left little time with the Loðbrók children, lately. He had vowed to himself that he would make it up to them once everyone was contently settled in Stavanger Bay, though he had yet to voice the promise to the three of them for the simple of sake of not being able to, for whatever reason, keep it.
He would carve out some time for them once everything was smoothed over and the pack as a whole was situated. Besides it was only then that he would be able to truly enjoy spending time with his rugrats something he had not done in quite some time simply because of the worries that had been plaguing him ever since the Isle wolves had parked their bums on the island right at Horizon Ridge’s doorstep.
The thought of spending much needed time with his children brought a soft smile to the Viking’s scarred face but there would be plenty of time for enjoyments of fatherhood later. As of now, he knew, his duties as alpha came first. The borders had began to take shape nicely with the help of the others but Ragnar kept re-enforcing them despite that the message was clear enough to all who would come the Bay’s way. It was claimed land, and while it was a little empty of it’s new tenants it soon would be teeming with the life of the pack that worked, currently, to inhabit it. He had paused in his border marking to replenish the fluids he had lost and take a jog in the shallows of the sea to cool himself off. A figure came into view out the corner of the Viking’s eye and he relaxed as immediately as he had tensed: it was only Surra. He loped out of the surf and shook his coat free of the water that it had absorbed though his coat clung close to his body, wet as it was and stuck in haphazard spikes from the sticky salt of the water as he approached his subordinate.