move on through

Although appreciated for its apparent honesty, Chrysanthemum was chilled by Ragnar's reasoning as to Nerian's enslavement. Was it really as simple as a sinful will causing one wolf to steal sovereignty from another? It seemed that way when she reflected upon Bughuul, but already she thought of the Jarl as a better wolf. So perhaps there really was something to be said for the basic wants of animals. No doubt Chrys would mull over the ideas later in the quiet of her shared den, but for now she feigned content with the answer given. "I suppose so," okay so she wasn't terribly convincing, but if he was willing to drop it, at this point so was she.

By now most of her tension had decompressed and she shared Ragnar's company in a neutral state. Of course she was still careful to be utterly respectful, but no longer did she regard him with any sense of fear. It was a good thing considering the severity of his next warning too, because otherwise Chrysanthemum might've taken it with a grain of salt. Swinging her ears back reverently as she gave a nod of acknowledgement, the young wolf made a humble promise to restrain herself when it was called for. All the same though, a part of her mind lingered on the deal, would she really be able to honor its terms considering...?

Yet unlike the previous topic, Chrysanthemum knew better than to even approach that one while she was with Ragnar, and thusly shoved it to the back of her brain. That was most certainly a topic best reserved for the darkness of her room.

"I will do my best to earn my place here Ragnar," and it wasn't a lie. Chrysanthemum was forever indebted to Nerian for her survival -and by default the whole of Stavanger Bay. "For starters I will give you my name in return for all of your kindness thus far. It's Chrysanthemum." Bowing her head a bit as she finished, Chrys considered this to be their official greeting as well as her somewhat ceremonious induction into the pack once and for all.