fallen and swept aside [IC Joining]

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It was only as the male crouched down and backed up as Ragnar barreled towards him that kept Ragnar from outright attacking him. Lips curled back to expose his sharp, gleaming teeth at the male when he spoke an apology. Sorry. What was he supposed to do with an apology? It did not change the fact that the male had not only been trespassing — which the amount of trespassers was getting horrendously ridiculous the scarred Scandinavian couldn't help but think — neither did it change the disrespect the male had given Thistle. She was the second highest ranking wolf under him and even then he had been considering asking her to step up to bear the title of Queen and not just as an affectionate endearment he liked to use from time to time. Platinum silver hackles bristled at the request for Ragnar to hear him out. "And why should I listen, hmm?" The Jarl asked the man in his soft, curious, heavily accented voice. Despite the hostility that he felt emitting from the strands of his fur he was smirking coyly at the male. It was a mischievous thing, casual for him but it hid danger. "You not only trespassed upon my lands you also disrespected my wife and by disrespecting her you disrespect me." Eyes of Caribbean Ice settled upon the man waiting to hear what he had to say, inviting him to speak with a silent cant of his head exposing the scars on the left side of his face to the sunlight.