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| Pump’s death had not been a peaceful affair and Ragnar didn’t even want to imagine how much she had suffered before she had allowed Odinn to take her. It was ironic and perhaps even hypocritical he realized how it bothered him to think that she had suffered horrendously as the bear attacked her and then dragged her down the shore and yet in the same breath had performed a blood eagle on a traitor of the Cove in the past and had felt no remorse to his suffering. It hadn’t bothered the Viking in the least. Attachment provided prospective, for the moment at least. It was not likely Ragnar would ever forget it but eventually the horror of seeing a friend in that state would fade as time wound on. "I am Ragnar, yes," He responded contemplating the ways in which this woman would know Thistle.
Ragnar waited for her to speak more, and had gotten the wish fulfilled even if it wasn’t quite what he’d been expecting. So…that was it? She had tracked Thistle here to ask a question and then go on her way? That was a waste of trip as far as the scarred Northman was concerned. "Were you apart of Horizon Ridge?" He inquired after letting the silence stretch on for a bit, wanting to solve the mini puzzle of how she knew his wife. Thistle during her pregnancy hadn’t ventured out of Horizon Ridge unless she’d been with him and together they had not came across any other wolves. The only logical conclusions he could assume were that she had known Thistle previous to her pregnancy or that, as he inquired, she had been apart of the Ridge at some point. |