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Ragnar watched with mild amusement when the child’s nose wrinkled with the clarity of her distaste for his offer, stating as much soon after with the emphasis she put on the word ‘warden’. "They are of the same vein, lítill álfr" Ragnar spoke smirking slightly at his own nickname for the girl in Norse. She reminded him of an elf only because of her large ears which looked disproportionate on her body yet. Still, he did not expect her to understand it, yet. In time, perhaps, she would. "Wardens are the defense in times of war, protectors of the pack just as much as warriors. You have to know when to defend and when to attack." Speaking about things that centered around war was simple for him. He was war born. His culture lived and breathed battle because often times they had to battle their way out of raids to take their riches with them. "Male warriors in my native tongue are called Berserkers and the female warriors are known as shield-maidens," He told her though she had not asked and added with a small secretive smile, "A Berserker or Sheild Maiden does not stop being what they are just because he, or she, holds a different title. They are still warriors at heart." Ragnar had not been insulted by her rude outburst, despite that would it have came from any other or his children, admittedly, he otherwise would have been. Perhaps it was because she was an honored guest among them that allowed him the ability to let it roll of his back. Her eagerness to learn to be a sheild-maiden (which was how he thought of female warriors) was an encouraging one and he considered that she wouldn’t make a bad Viking at all. Already, she seemed to hold a penchant for battle, or at least to learn what she could. He admired that in her though he wasn’t so willing to admit it. "I believe I can make the time," Whether he could or not didn’t matter he would make the time just as he would have with his own children. He wasn’t going to deny her her right to knowledge and the battle born pagan had a lot of it. Knowledge that went beyond his own training even, a definite pro to having been born into a pack long standing and rich with culture and skilled Berserkers (and Shield-maidens). "First," Ragnar spoke not wanting to allow himself to be more distracted by her eagerness. "Can you tell me anything about your birth pack? The names of your parents or family?" He asked because he had to remind himself that maybe she wasn’t truly an orphan and that if it was Gyda that was lost he wouldn’t want the pack that found her to be selfish and keep her from her loved ones.