Stavanger Bay The sea is my home [IC Joining]

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A howl had risen into the night. Unfamiliar. Alerting anyone within Stavanger Bay of his presence. The tenor was too deep to be female and though Ragnar was slightly annoyed to be pulled from his prayers he knew — after deliberating on letting Thistle handle it only to remember that she had told him she gave him full say over who was accepted into the pack despite her rise to his side in rank as his Queen — that there was nothing to do about it and that the call needed to be answered. He finished them hastily before leaving the alters behind, the warm lifeblood of each rabbit he had laid at the alters draining from their cooling and rapidly stiffening bodies to saturate the earth below each bone and pile of related gatherings. With one last look at the sacrifices he had made, pitiful but honest as they were Ragnar turned his back to them and moved towards the borders where the stranger's howl had risen from. When Ragnar came onto the scene, moving towards the arch that carved a path into Stavanger Bay he was pleased to see Thistle and Beric already on the scene, taking care of the situation. He almost turned and headed back into the shadows but remembered that accepting members was his final say and continued forth, joining his Queen and subordinate, moving to stand at Thistle's left flank as he heard the exchange of Norse between his wife and the stranger. Cold eyes of Caribbean ice studied the young male before him, coat as white as snow and eyes blue. Fair, blue eyed, speaking ancient Norse ...there was no doubt in Ragnar's mind that this male was Scandinavian. He had heard that there were others up North, aside from Odinn's Cove and Freya's Moors. They had never been in contact with them but, if given the chance, probably would have raided them regardless. Just because they shared a culture and a country did not mean that he was automatically welcomed into Stavanger Bay, however. The young man, Ragnar heard him speak to Thistle upon his approach, boasted of many skills but arrogance alone proved nothing to the Jarl. "Þú hrósa mikið, drengur, orð einir standa ekki. Þú þarft að sanna þig eins og allir aðrir," Ragnar spoke coolly. "What is your name and where do you come from?" Ragnar inquired in his soft, heavily accented voice demanding answers to his questions.