Captives

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A long moment passed as Ragnar stared, stoic and impassively at his captives, silent even as the girl responded. He was still considering where they would stay, and for future reference, where he would keep his captives period. He sincerely doubted that Ollie and Olor would be the last trespassers the Bay ever had, though, he was likely to be less kind to the next ones. He was territorial and protective by nature alone and the amount of children the Bay was currently housing his children he had no choice but to be assertive and aggressive. The wolves of these Wilds would learn that Ragnar didn’t joke about what he had done to wolves, what he was willing to do to them; if they thought he was bluffing at the gruesome tales or that he would feel no remorse for doing it they were sadly and sorely mistaken. He was not a creature to be crossed, and he didn’t just say it to sound like a total badass. In Ragnar’s case it was true. It wasn’t as if killing enemies was looked down upon by his Gods or culture. Eyes of Caribbean ice studied the land around them, surveying the thick foliage and gnarled limbs of aged trees. They could either see if they could find a cave to have them stay in, away from the majority of the pack’s denning grounds, or the two of them could sleep here without shelter. Ragnar did not particularly like the idea of the cave figuring that the closer they kept their captives to the majority of the pack the less of a chance they had at escaping without someone noticing them. "This is as good a spot as any," The Jarl remarked, his eyes lighting back down upon them. "No den though, you will sleep above the ground so I can better keep an eye on you." After all, they were captives and in retrospect deserved to be treated worse than slaves because unlike slaves captives had committed wrong against the pack. Ragnar wasn’t trying to create some posh living space here where his captives had the luxury of a roof over their heads, he was creating a prison.