Ragnar, after speaking with Nerian had decided to swing around and patrol a section of Stavanger Bay's borders having not been ready to tell Thistle the news that he now had two wives instead of just one, trying to wrap his mind around the concept. He had never had two wives at one time, before, but he was happy. Happy knowing he could provide for both of his women, that no other man could beat or hurt Nerian in the way that Vali had that he could protect her in the same way that he protected Thistle. Of course Ragnar wasn't so deluded that he did not realize that Thistle was madder than a wet hornet at him but he was tired of fighting with her about it. She would realize in time that his love and passion for her had not gone anywhere, that sharing his body with Nerian was not nearly as bad as she thought it would be. Ragnar understood she was hurting, that much was obvious but he did not realize why ...it wasn't as if he were replacing her with Nerian. He wasn't replacing anyone, he was merely expanding upon their family without jumping the bones of every female in heat he came by. Was this not better than that? Was this with permission and consent by far better than going behind her back and knocking up many and stranger females?
In his search for Thistle after he had finished his brief patrol he intercepted her scent trail half way from their den following it down an incline into a part of the forest he'd never been before. Eyes of Caribbean ice found her easily against the backdrop of the grassy meadow, watching dirt flinging haphazardly every which way as she dug furiously at the ground.