Letters from No One [IC-Joining]

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The woman, whose name he still was not aware of, despite that she knew of his, corrected him, causing the Viking’s pupils to narrow in their icy and fierce pools when she spoke of a hunting expedition she had went on for the pack. Pump had never mentioned such a thing to him when she had promoted him to Beta and Ragnar had been fairly certain that she had not kept secrets from him. After all, he had been the Head Warden and would have attacked her if she had came waltzing back into pack lands smelling nothing of Horizon Ridge. "Pump never spoke of any expedition she sent anyone on," Besides it had been likely more than a month because his children were over a month old and she had admitted the last time she had seen Thistle the latter had still be heavily pregnant. He eyed the bundle of furs that housed, likely, the meat she spoke of before his gaze rose to her once more. "What is your name?" He wasn’t certain he could trust her, though his trust was hard(er) to come by these days, admittedly. Thistle wasn’t here to vouch for the woman and Ragnar had never heard of her before now. "What will you do now?" If she intended to wander a loner it was pointless to accept what could be food for her; equally as pointless for her to give it away.