Sea Lion Shores The First Step

Ragnar's thoughts are his own and do not reflect mine personally in any shape or form.

The howl that had risen into the sky had not went unnoticed by Ragnar, simply he chose to ignore it for the time being. He had nothing to say to Majesty, owed him nothing. Ragnar had found out that the Gods made them reap what they sowed. He was contented to continue ignoring it — after all he had no reason to care about anyone outside of Stravanger Bay and had nothing but what he felt was righteous loathing for him at that — until he caught Thistle Cloud's scent heading in that direction. Cursing lowly to himself in his native tongue Ragnar took after her scent trail with a dramatic snort and roll of icy caribbean eyes. Soon, he came upon them standing on Sea Lion Shore, just as Majesty introduced himself and went into his long, overly long Ragnar mentally corrected himself, explanation. Despite it, Ragnar was incapable of feeling sympathy. Even if he had known where they had went he likely wouldn't have told Majesty anyway. As luck would have it, Ragnar didn't care enough to know what happened to Wheeling Gull Isle after their second Alpha committed suicide. It wasn't his problem.

What makes you think we care enough to know what happened? Ypres, Ragnar's word twisted cruelly with a vicious hiss around the woman's name, baring his teeth at Majesty, unable to believe that he had the nerve to call for any of them. Presently, he was lucky Ragnar wasn't tearing him to pieces, which he was itching to do. He had been contented with the assertion that he would never see him again and yet, right on schedule, here he was. They were like a disease that just kept coming back, weren't they? When would they realize that they needed to leave Stavanger Bay alone? The entire pack had had their fill of them for numerous lifetimes. was a poor leader, Something that Ragnar thought ran in Wheeling Gull Isle's brief history. Ragnar spoke simply, stepping beside Thistle, prepared to nudge her back and away from Majesty. He didn't want this man anywhere near his wives, family or pack. Even if I knew anymore than that, which I don't, I would not feel very inclined to tell you, even with your insulting offer of catching our food. We don't need you to catch our food for us. Stavanger Bay was a capable pack. It seemed that Ragnar would always be hostile, unable to forgive for them for invading and unable to further forgive for acting like the victims. He had no time for wolves like that, and least of all no patience.

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