Stavanger Bay Bless this morning year

“I do not think so but I am no healer,” Ragnar confessed to Peregrine with a sheepish twist of his lips, the scars that riddled his body did not speak of a man who saved lives but rather of one that took them. Perhaps that was his initial attraction to Thistle and Nerian both healers. They were the givers of life to his pariah reaper the scarred Scandinavian was. Ragnar glimpsed down at Junior when she bounded between them and shouted loudly that she wanted to see Thistle. Ragnar's lips had parted to tell her that Thistle was still healing from the cougar but the words ceased their journey to his lips when he felt Thistle slide against him, leaning into him slightly. The Viking's head moved to his right to nip affectionately at her cheek knowing that he was nothing more than her crutch currently. She might have been madder at him than a wet hornet but he still loved her and he was not ashamed to show her, to prove it to her.

“My love this is Peregrine,” Ragnar introduced, hoping that Peregrine didn't mind and half had the notion to add 'Crete's brother' but the resemblance was there so Ragnar figured it needed no introduction. “He is the Alpha Male of Blacktail Deer Plateau and as you can see Junior's father.” Ragnar glimpsed down when Eirikr too jumped into the little gathering they had going on. He glimpsed around for his daughter but she did not appear and he figured she was probably with Nerian. “This one is Ein,” Ragnar introduced to Peregrine. “Children,” Ragnar called for Ein and Tveir's attention. “Segja halló til Peregrine” Ragnar encouraged them, speaking to his sons in his native tongue inclining his head towards the guest the boys had yet to acknowledge. “It is rude to ignore a guest at our borders, remember?” He reminded them in a softly reprimanding tone.