Stavanger Bay shipwreck (IC joining)

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Ragnar had been in the middle of a patrol when the howl had sounded for him, recognizing the voice as Crysanthemum. The scarred Scandinavian found it interesting garnering that the last time and really first time either of them had spoken had been when he had given her a true induction into the pack. Footsteps paused as he caught the fading vestiges of her call coming to the more fascinating conclusion to him that she was not far. His pace resumed, faster given the wild scenarios of why the girl could have been summoning him. Was Nerian ok? Had something happened to his Priestess and that was why the girl called him? As he drew closer Ragnar's pace slowed as eyes of Caribbean ice examined the scene before him. Nerian was no where in sight and instead he saw the girl at the borders and a young male he recognized as Atreyu though the wound he bore was new since the last time he had seen the youth. "Chrysanthemum," He greeted her in a low murmur as he drew up to her side before his gaze moved to rest upon Atreyu. "Atreyu; it has been a while," And judging from his wound Ragnar suspected that a few things had happened to the youth, as well.