Stavanger Bay forever and always

He tries to be sometimes, lol

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Ragnar had already begun making plans for fall and winter, knowing that they needed to be orchestrating large hunts, gathering what they could and encouraging the fill of caches to the brink and the creation of new ones when necessary. It would be more work, and extra up keep yet it would serve invaluable if the winter proved to be a bad one. Ragnar was skilled at weathering bad winters. The North was unforgiving and harsh during the Winter season and he was rather confident in his abilities to lead them through it. At times, they prey disappeared all together in and near the Cove and they were forced to crack through the thinner ice of their creeks to fish, and to rely on the gifts of the Sea. He had been conceived in the worst winter since the Cove's creation and had weathered a bad Spring, yet the Gods had seen to give them relief during the summer months as Kenna had told it many times. "I have missed much more than that," Ragnar conceded in a low, truthful murmur. "I would not be against persuasion, however," He teased placing a sultry kiss on the corner of her mouth. If she was willing to instigate intimacy he wouldn't turn it down, knowing at least, that way that she wanted it and wasn't just giving it to it because he wanted it. "Or you could take your rightful spot beside me, as I've kept it warm for you," He wasn't sure what it would be like sleeping between two women but he was excited to experience it, with Thistle on his right and Nerian on his left. Where the both of them belonged: by his side.