The party don't start 'til I walk in

He had gotten distracted admiring the rock that loomed before him. He had never seen it stretch from the beach into the ocean, or even have an archway in it. He was attempting to figure out just how it managed to do that when a squeaky voice reached his ears. They perked and his head turned just in time to see Julooke barreling towards him. He had little time to prepare himself for the tackle, and he laughed as she took him down. They tumbled a few times in the sand before she let him up. She asked him a barrage of questions, none of which he had time to answer before Ragnar showed up.

His ears folded softly on his head as he took a submissive stance to the leader of Stavanger Bay. If the offer still stands, yes, he responded with a nod. He didn't automatically assume that what was said in the meeting still held today, as it had been longer than he expected. He had wanted to come just a few days after the meeting, but meeting Ypres, and the Silvertip males had delayed him. Beric was unsure whether Ragnar felt this time lapse was disrespectful, and waited for a response from the other male.