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| The child’s eyes widened at the sight of him, understandably, for the Viking assumed that it was his scars that had caused it. As the girl’s gaze touched his own he held it, fascinated, in turn, by her bi-colored irises. He’d never seen a wolf have two different iris colors before. His brow furrowed slightly though it was with curiosity instead of confusion or aggression. Who was this dark colored child with strange eyes? Where had she came from. It seemed a little obvious that she had likely been swept down onto the bank by the river but he wondered how far it had taken her while noting that she must have been strong to survive it. The current, if strong enough, could be enough to drown an adult wolf as the current in the Totoka river was known to do. She introduced herself as Junior and the scarred Northman studied her again with further intrigue.
Ragnar was hit with a bought of déjà vu when she spoke that her head hurt before having smacked herself in the face with her paw. It was reminiscent of Sveinn when Floki and Ragnar had captured the boy. He, too, had suffered a head injury though she, at least, remembered her name. Sveinn had suffered amnesia in what the Viking Healer had considered permanent. Of course, this scenario was vastly different. The child was much younger and the river had stolen her from …where ever she was from. He glimpsed down at Tveir when his son spoke to him in their native tongue. "já, tveir. vera varkár. við vitum ekki hversu slæmt hún er sár enn." The Jarl responded to his young Thistle mini-me before he met his wife’s gaze and his ear twitched to catch her stage whisper to him before his gaze went to the girl. Thistle’s gaze nearly dared him to tell her no, but even without her assertiveness in the situation he hadn’t intended on leaving the girl. She was alone, frightened, and injured. And Odinn had encouraged him to go here. There was no doubt in Ragnar’s mind that this was Fate. He did not know the ramifications of it yet but he didn’t need to know.
"We will take care of her," Ragnar murmured in agreement with his wife, figuring that they could take care of the child until someone came to claim her. If, he realized, someone came to claim her. He turned his attention back to Junior once more and addressed her after Thistle had asked permission to help her and spoke, "My wife is a healer she can ease the pain," He looked at Thistle wondering if she could find what she needed in Ravensblood to help ease her headache. "After she gives you something to ease the pain we’ll see about taking you to our pack, maybe get you something to eat." He wasn’t giving her a choice, really, she was far too young to go around on her own and seeing the goose bump she was suffering from he thought it was best if she remain, even, in their den with them so Thistle could keep an eye on her. Or if not Thistle than Sköll. |