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| A silence seemed to stretch between them though this was not something that bothered the platinum Viking in the least. He was a quiet man by nature and naturally found silences comfortable. It did not make him as uncomfortable to be so close to an Isle wolf though perhaps it was because this one was still young and did not seem to bear any hostilities towards him despite that their packs had once been enemies. Perhaps they still were though Horizon Ridge was but a memory now, the territories’ scent markers fading and the bear stalking the lands like the curse come to a living and murdering form. The boy’s sudden declaration, however, caused the scarred Northman’s brow to furrow wondering, if perhaps, it was some kind of trick. Mees’ words sounded entirely sincere and the following words even more bizarre to the Jarl whose coy smirk had disappeared as he studied Mees’ face with intensity. Majesty had disappeared? That sounded like it had the potential to come down on Ragnar if only because the Loðbrók had not necessarily been secretive about his disdain for the earth colored male. Abandoned was the word Ragnar thought of, automatically. It didn’t exactly make sense but Ragnar could not claim that it surprised him, either. The Viking had not foreseen this particular turn of events but he had suspected that ship would sink before it got very far out to sea.
Ragnar’s only meeting with Majesty had not left Ragnar with a very good or very pleased impression. He had seemed eager to jump the gun, and impatient and had came across to the Viking as agitated and perhaps even childish given how he had been running around Ravensblood in a circle howling his agitation to the Gods. Or at least to Ragnar who had been in the middle of a sacrificial prayer to Odinn who had not been overtly thrilled to have it interrupted.
"Then it is not a pack," A pack couldn’t be a pack without a leader, unless they were in that tentative stage of determining a new one. Granted, when Horizon Ridge had been in a very similar but very different stage Pump had stepped up automatically to take the reigns. Mees words were flattering to Ragnar’s ego, and couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped him. In a way, Mees reminded him of Julooke. It was easy for Ragnar to see that Julooke looked up to him even without her saying it. He pondered if they really knew what kind of man he truly was though Ragnar had never attempted to hide his lifestyle or religion or culture. He had nothing to be ashamed of as far as he had always been concerned. "You might change your mind on me," Unless he was as determined as Julooke to paint Ragnar as some sort of avenging angel as opposed to a savage and feral pagan. "I will not abandon my pack, my family," He had worked hard for what he had, for their trust. Granted, he had inherited the title of Alpha now Jarl in a way that was eerily too similar to how he had inherited it in Odinn’s Cove the only difference being he had killed his brother whereas a bear had killed Pump. "Stavanger Bay and I can promise you stability," They were a strong pack and day by day they grew stronger.
"That is good. We are about earning your place in the Bay; you will have plenty of time to prove yourself." Ragnar assured him with a soft smile, salmon pink tongue sliding across his lips to catch the last droplets of water. "Come, I will show you your new home," He gestured with his muzzle in the Bay’s direction but as he turned and headed towards the Bay kept his gaze on Mees. "Do you have any skills or trades do you have? Or are looking to earn?" Ragnar inquired figuring he would start with the most basic ’get-to-know-me’ questions first. |