A low chuckle answered the laughter of Julooke as it rang through the ancient catacombs of forest whose fringes they laid claim too in between their boughs of general fun. It was a strange thing, surely, to see Ragnar having fun with his subordinates but why not? He wasn’t made of stone, after all. He was assertive, his edges were as sharp and cutting as the axe his human counterpart had once wielded, territorial, assertive, feral, savage and callous when it came to the welfare of wolves outside of his pack…but for Ragnar that was just apart of his survival instincts. He didn’t act any different because he didn’t know any different (and didn’t care too). Despite how it seemed Ragnar Loðbrók wasn’t heartless and enjoyed the simple pleasures of life just as any other wolf did. He enjoyed being with his wife and spending time with his children just as much as he enjoyed being with his pack-mates and in this case, indulging Julooke’s desire to play with him. It was silly but it was enjoyable and he was glad to be feeling something other than the building tension he outside of the Bay’s borders.
Ragnar gave the woman a soft smile when she spoke that Odinn would be cheering him on and wondered if, indeed, it was true. Did Odinn care about the welfare of one pack? Surely not, considering he was a God and he had more important things to do with his time. Like prepare his army and himself for Ragnarök. Ragnar snorted softly at the romanticism in her voice, though it was an amused, joyful sound as opposed to a mocking one. If he had met her before Thistle, before he realized that the infamous Libertine of Odinn’s Cove could, in fact, love a woman with every fiber that made up his entire being, he would have scoffed at the talk of love. Until he had actually happened to him: falling in love; Ragnar hadn’t believed that it actually existed …or at least not for him.
The Alpha waited patiently as she explained that she did want to have pups with Verrine but that she wasn’t sure when. It bizarrely made him think of Thistle and how unknowing his wife had been on the subject of pregnancy and Ragnar let out a soft sigh.