the awful screaming of the lambs • pack meeting

Given that he had only been apart of the Spine wolves a couple of days Bragi had made himself somewhat of a recluse if only to explore the territory with a curiosity and hunger that would match Odinn's own. Leaving Stavanger Bay had not been a hard thing to do, though the only thing he could claim he really missed was the ocean. Here, he was further away from it but also he was away from Ragnar and Thistle and that put him at ease and allowed him to feel comfort where he had before felt nothing but discomfort and tension. As if he were waiting for Ragnar to spoil what he childishly clung to as reality, or for Thistle to lash out at him given her conviction that he was of Ragnar's seed. Even so, he dedicated his time to learning the layout of the pack lands he intended to soon branch out and renew his attempts at aiming for the Outrider apprenticeship with vigor. When the call had risen into the air he had paused in his exploration and made his way there. It had not been risen by Jinx but instead whom Bragi assumed to be her partner, a male he had not met, and noting the urgency in the call made haste. When he arrived there were already a good few wolves gathered and the platinum silver Rekkr moved to stand apart of the crowd but not too close to any of the wolves only because he knew none of them. Eyes of Caribbean ice focused upon the man that stood atop the rocks, looking ...worse for wear waiting to hear what needed to be exchanged with an intent curiosity he attempted to hide behind casualness, favoring silence.