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Inhaled breath spilled forth from the platinum Viking’s lips parted with the trepidation to accept, for an awestricken moment caught in the allure of it all. Of Stavanger Bay. Of the fact that together the former Ridge wolves had rose from the ashes and blood pools of tragedy to unite and prove their strength and loyalty to him as they worked along side him to claim this untamed Bay. A place that, with a single look back over his shoulder as the scarred Northman brought up the rear, the last to leave if only because he wished to make sure they all arrived at their final destination and their new home. They, together, had conquered this small slice of paradise, working effortlessly to claim it as their own and now, as he stood amidst the towering, ancient trees whose confines felt as much of a maze to him as they did secure he realized that it was not so much the feeling of conquering that filled him. Rather it was the sense of home. For how long Horizon Ridge had ceased to feel like a home to the Viking was unknown, possibly he had never given it a chance because no sooner had he arrived had the landslide came through and devastated them.
But this? This was theirs because they had made it so, and it was home. It was where his heart had lain ever since Odinn had led him to it, and it was where his heart would stay until someone saw fit to rip it from it’s prison of flesh and blood. Stavanger Bay was not simply Ragnar’s, it was all of theirs, it was their legacy as a people, as a family. A single look had been cast over the scarred Northman’s shoulder before he had grasped his eldest son in his jaws and left the lands of tragedy, misery and tension behind him, glad to shed the curse that had lingered those darkened lands. With Ein sitting, surprisingly, patient between his paws Ragnar took another deep breath, contented in knowing that his family was settling in, digging dens and he hoped that they felt it too. The peace, the rapture. The triumph. A fiercer pride the Viking had never known. His head tipped back and he let his song rise into the fiery evening sky, letting any wolves nearby know that the land was claimed, but also expressing his joy and pride for them, the Bay Wolves and waited to hear their voices join with his.