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| Ragnar had heard the yelp, off to the distance, his ears twitching to greet the sound before he scented the creature, faint though it was carried on the breeze that was softer here, buffered by the ancient forest that stood between the southern (or is it northern?) borders and the shore. The tall, thick and in some cases gnarled trees that were as old as the All-Father himself if Ragnar had to guess, had many uses and buffering the winds into softer breezes coming from the ocean was definitely one of his favorites thus far. The Jarl wasted no time investigating the sound, preparing himself mentally for another trespasser. The next time, he would not be as lenient as he had been with the girl and her elder companion. A two week servitude to the wolves of Stavanger Bay was kitten’s play compared to what Ragnar could and was entirely willing to do to those who ignored their scent markers and paraded around their home. He was not often in a generous mood when it came to trespassers because he was territorial to his callous and savage core; he’d never had much patience with wolves who exclaimed that they hadn’t known when the scent markers couldn’t be any more of a neon sign that screamed to your face and nose ‘Do Not Trespass’. Or more like it was ‘Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here’.
Having not been very far from the woman who soon came into the view of his gaze of Caribbean ice he studied her carefully as she seemed to back away from the borders. Smart move, the Viking couldn’t help but sneer in his thoughts, as he approached. He did not recognize her as a one time member of Horizon Ridge likely because they had never met and he had been aware of wolves coming and going just as fast. If they did not intend to stay then he did not need to waste his time getting to know them. Abandoning a pack was one of the worst kinds of treason to the platinum, scarred Northman and not one that he took very lightly. It was as just as bad as treason and Ragnar’s culture didn’t punish treason lightly, either. "Did you come close to my borders just to leave?" The Viking asked her, rising his naturally soft and heavily accented voice so it might carry to her as he neared, hoping to catch her and figure out why she had came this far only to turn around. |