The Amazon woman did not directly respond to him, not entirely unexpected to the scarred Scandinavian whom had dealt with their Quetzalcoatl on numerous occasions. She had spoken to him because she had no real choice but her disdain had been made clear with every clipped response she had given him. With Thistle's presence it made sense to Ragnar that the Amazon before them would directly speak to her rather than directly speak to him. Given their disposition towards men Ragnar had a hard time understanding how their Queen had grown to love her son — love him enough Floki had told him to give the boy a name that was never before afforded to men and to raise him as their Prince. Ragnar supposed at the end of the day Quetzalcoatl was a wolf like any other and more than that a
mother and he supposed that love was enough for her to twist her own traditions to include her child. Or perhaps, because he looked so much like her she had thought to spare his life. As the Amazon woman described his Týrr he smirked slowly. What had he spat that his name was when Floki and him had lunged for him?
Tezcacoatl. She was looking for a wolf that existed but also ...didn't. The amnesia had been nothing more than a coincidence but Ragnar had taken full advantage of it, nevertheless. Originally he had intended for the Amazon Prince to become his slave but had decided that giving him new, false memories — making him become Ragnar's son — was more of an insult towards Quetzalcoatl.
He had no desire to go to war with the woman, not then and not now, but he took satisfaction of knowing that, technically, he had her and her Huntresses in the his grip. Only, they didn't know it; the damage was already done. He was not sure if the boy would ever regain his memories.
Thistle spoke then that they had a few wolves that were brown and white but none marked so rarely. Thistle might not have realized who it was the woman had just described but of course, Ragnar had. He had known about the boy long before Floki and him had ambushed him on his move with Tartok. He doesn't exist anymore. Ragnar spoke to the woman with simply, truthfully. He lives do not worry, The Viking spoke after a pause, soft voice accented heavily, gaze resting heavily upon the Amazon woman. But he is not who he used to be. With that, the Jarl fell silent.
